Diana looks at the men who came to take Agris away. Anything about them that would be making him panic like this? Anything around the room? Can she make out anything that Agris is saying.
Wits+Empathy=4-1 (Glamored)=3
3, 8, 1
(Clues Gathered by Diane: 8/10)
Just on the cusp of revelation, Diane looked closely at the men...the room...Agris...
The men seemed to her...like men...a bit stiff in bearing, surely...their faces strangely devoid of emotion...their voices (the ones coming to take Agris have not spoken) a bit monotone...for some reason Agris seemed to be panicking more and the closer they got, as if their very touch was something abhorrent to him...
Right before Agris leaped out of the wheelchair and everything went crazy, Maddy stepped in front of the definitely-men.
"Are you sure you should take him for an interview in this condition?" she said. "The poor man is obviously ill! He needs a hospital, not a job interview. Stop pushing him at once!"
Try to make the definitely-not-monsters-nope-totally-ordinary-dudes see reason and let Agris take a sickie.
The totally-a-man turned his cool, disconnected glaze on Maddie and spoke quietly.
"We're...escorting him away...from the room. So he doesn't upset the...applicants. We'll call a doctor once he is under control." The maybe-not-a-man tilted his head oddly to one side.
"Are you a relation? Would you like to...accompany him?" He said, with a smile as thin as a razor blade.
Unfortunately, before she could answer...
Agris knew he had to explain this somehow. He was in the trap, and so was everyone else. And now they had grabbed the wheelchair. It was time to let it loose. This farce must come to an end.
Action: Agris raises himself on his arms, propelling himself out of the wheelchair straight at the idiot talking about scenes as if this was some kind of theater performance. That done, he shall scream the truth into his face, letting his filth (and the idiot's filth as well, hopefully) become apparent.
He was losing words, and he was a doomed man, one way or another. And if these fools will not listen, they will get them too!
Addendum: Agris is in quite an excitable state, and it is at this point that the English language entirely escapes him, the ancient fear and the language of the Old Country mixed with the foulest Russian expletive constructions known to mankind spilling from his mouth as he tries to drill the hot, naked truth into the idiot's mind. It is unlikely that the idiot in question understands anything, of course. But then, what do words count for when your eyes deceive you?
Agris prepared himself to go berzerk, but Maddie interrupted him, stealing his thunder. He used the momentary distraction to slip out of his wheelchair, screaming madness in a foreign tongue.
=Servants=
Servant1
Strength+Brawl:4-2 (Agris Defense)
10!, 7
2
Servant2
Strength+Brawl:4-2 (Agris Defense)
5,5
Agris is grappled!
=Agris=
Strength+Brawl:6-2 (Attackers strength)-1 (Crit)
3, 8, 5,
Agris breaks free!Agris feels a heavy, cold hand
slither slip under his armpit, and after that all conscious thought ceased. As the other came around to grab his other arm, Agris angled his elbow into the other not-mans groin on reflex...surprisingly effective, the being staggered back, showing that whatever these things were they
could feel pain. This brings him some clarity, and he began fighting like an animal, squirming and struggling-he realizes with growing confidence he's stronger than these things, whatever they are. He managed to pry his other arm free with a few moments of desperate wrenching, and was free to scream. Which he did. Loudly. It seemed to be working. The rest of the crowd was starting to wake up...Diane in particular seemed on the very edge of understanding everything.
(Clues Gathered by Diane: 9/10)
(Clues Gathered by Maddy: 6/10)But here they were, coming for him again-the third man joining this time, an obvious look of impatience on his face. And yet, it was an emotion-compared to the complacent arrogance of his previous look, this was much better. Something primal in him celebrated this small victory.
No-one just working in this place was going to be normal. And even if this woman was just a woman, she was working with monsters.
Made Alice sick to think of a... species traitor like her. Still, maybe this was a chance to get some info.
Sneak up, try to see what is on the screen without being seen.
=Alice=
Dexterity+Stealth=1
2
vs
=Stranger=
Wits+Composure=5-1 (Distracted)-1 (Not alarmed)+1 (Alice Untrained Stealth)=4
1, 4, 6, 2
Alice is lucky the woman was so invested in her computer program she didn't spot the uncoordinated dark blob that creeped up the lane between the rows of seats, angling for a side door. Alice had managed to avoid being detected for now...she made her way to the adjoining hallway (Elevator down the hall, yep) and then backtracked-crawling low across the floor, then spying on the womans booth from behind-poking her head slightly through the door, which had been left slightly ajar. She was still busy typing away.
Alice could tell the woman was doing something...mathematical, anyway. She was running dozens of programs with varying icons, and long strings of numbers that rolled down the screen like that doofy movie wiith Keanu Reeves, about the people who were living in computers. Alice didn't know what the numbers meant, of course. Still, she watched closely and noted aside from the numbers, the woman was calculating
dates-she could see several months, exact times, and specific days being analyzed-often with side programs that seemed to indicate the moon, tides, weather, on those days-and who knows what.
She wasn't quite sure what to make of this. But, here's what she did next... (Player action)