Magical Midnight Blues Sessions 1 & 2
Session 1
I was in my room when a little pink sprite with a pitchfork knocked on my university dorm window. I thought he was cute, but it poked me with his pitchfork saying that Mab sent him to tell me to go to Chicago to meet Maeve and that a troll was coming by to pick me up tomorrow. He also asked if I had any pizza so I gave him some from my desk drawer that had been sitting in its box since yesterday. He said he would grant me a favour if I drew a circle and called for pooplekins before leaving me to prepare my stuff.
I had written out and handed in a note to my course tutors mentioning that a family emergency had come up and that I had to go away for a while. The troll came by to pick me up and took me to a night club where Maeve was to be found. She looked about sixteen years old with dreadlocks of varying colours. She wanted me to keep an eye on a small group with two werewolves amongst them. In exchange, she offered me a small favour. One of her attendants then escorted me away and told me that I’d find them in a place called the basement before handing me a poker chip and telling me to ask for the special booth.
Session 2
I did as I was told and was taken to a private booth with a group of other individuals. A man, introducing himself as Mr Boyd, welcomed us mentioning that he had serious business to discuss. He mentioned about how the wizards council had been having problems with the red court of vampires, saying that their view on the darker side of magic was a bit more permanent. We were to seek out a girl named Molly Carpenter who’d been convinced to join a cult. She could still be salvaged, though if the wizard’s council were to find out about her then they might just give her a permanent haircut. He then showed us a picture of a gothic girl with pink/black hair and lots of piercing’s. He explained that the wizard’s council had a rule that doing something bad with magic meant a permanent end. Both Boyd and another man called the archivist, a man who likes cats, were hired on this job. Boyd gave us a key to a penthouse where there was $10,000 of cash, finding this girl would grant us a further $10,000 each. He then mentioned there were a few difficulties to the mission, specifically a place where she goes to and suddenly vanishes. They had the location of her school and house, but apparently the mother was quite formidable.
One of the men offered a lift in his rather old looking car. I agreed, but I soon lived to regret it as all the cars came towards us and we were forced to narrowly miss each of them as we drove along the wrong side of the road at goodness knows what speed. The two people I assumed to be werewolves at the time mentioned that to refuse them meant to refuse the pack. We all entered into the penthouse and got to know each other. The two werewolves were Marcus Wright, hailing from the bronx and Alice Poetras, who’s family owned a restaurant here. There was also some religious guy called Trent and a wizard calling himself Tim the Sorcerer. Richard Arthurs was the last of the group. He was the muscle of the group and most of his information was classified. Tim mentioned that he was going to apply for a teaching job at the school whereas Marcus was obsessed with knowing what I was, along with Trent of course, who heard about hailing the mighty chip on TV and he started getting all religious towards the poker chip in his hand. It was shortly after that I started gambling and drinking with the two werewolves, eventually getting to sleep at around 5:30 in the morning.
When we next awoke, I took some paracetamol tablets and got asked a heap of questions by Marcus about what I was and why I was here. Eventually we travelled to the school after telling him that I was part of the winter court. Trent gave everyone a walkie talkie and I decided to wait halfway along the route from Molly’s school to her home. When she got home and went inside, I could see that her mum looked like a valkirie as she asked Molly to get on with her homework. In the meantime, Alice came by and offered muffins to the house, harassing them until they took the muffins and she got her son to take them to the church. I waited on a nearby street, taking my shoe off and pretending that my foot was sore from walking as I sat upon a wall reading up on one of my university reference books. Alice the werewolf had returned at some point asking the mother about God and trying to get information out of her. Eventually she was directed to the church and told to go away.
I was in my room when a little pink sprite with a pitchfork knocked on my university dorm window. I thought he was cute, but it poked me with his pitchfork saying that Mab sent him to tell me to go to Chicago to meet Maeve and that a troll was coming by to pick me up tomorrow. He also asked if I had any pizza so I gave him some from my desk drawer that had been sitting in its box since yesterday. He said he would grant me a favour if I drew a circle and called for pooplekins before leaving me to prepare my stuff.
I had written out and handed in a note to my course tutors mentioning that a family emergency had come up and that I had to go away for a while. The troll came by to pick me up and took me to a night club where Maeve was to be found. She looked about sixteen years old with dreadlocks of varying colours. She wanted me to keep an eye on a small group with two werewolves amongst them. In exchange, she offered me a small favour. One of her attendants then escorted me away and told me that I’d find them in a place called the basement before handing me a poker chip and telling me to ask for the special booth.
Session 2
I did as I was told and was taken to a private booth with a group of other individuals. A man, introducing himself as Mr Boyd, welcomed us mentioning that he had serious business to discuss. He mentioned about how the wizards council had been having problems with the red court of vampires, saying that their view on the darker side of magic was a bit more permanent. We were to seek out a girl named Molly Carpenter who’d been convinced to join a cult. She could still be salvaged, though if the wizard’s council were to find out about her then they might just give her a permanent haircut. He then showed us a picture of a gothic girl with pink/black hair and lots of piercing’s. He explained that the wizard’s council had a rule that doing something bad with magic meant a permanent end. Both Boyd and another man called the archivist, a man who likes cats, were hired on this job. Boyd gave us a key to a penthouse where there was $10,000 of cash, finding this girl would grant us a further $10,000 each. He then mentioned there were a few difficulties to the mission, specifically a place where she goes to and suddenly vanishes. They had the location of her school and house, but apparently the mother was quite formidable.
One of the men offered a lift in his rather old looking car. I agreed, but I soon lived to regret it as all the cars came towards us and we were forced to narrowly miss each of them as we drove along the wrong side of the road at goodness knows what speed. The two people I assumed to be werewolves at the time mentioned that to refuse them meant to refuse the pack. We all entered into the penthouse and got to know each other. The two werewolves were Marcus Wright, hailing from the bronx and Alice Poetras, who’s family owned a restaurant here. There was also some religious guy called Trent and a wizard calling himself Tim the Sorcerer. Richard Arthurs was the last of the group. He was the muscle of the group and most of his information was classified. Tim mentioned that he was going to apply for a teaching job at the school whereas Marcus was obsessed with knowing what I was, along with Trent of course, who heard about hailing the mighty chip on TV and he started getting all religious towards the poker chip in his hand. It was shortly after that I started gambling and drinking with the two werewolves, eventually getting to sleep at around 5:30 in the morning.
When we next awoke, I took some paracetamol tablets and got asked a heap of questions by Marcus about what I was and why I was here. Eventually we travelled to the school after telling him that I was part of the winter court. Trent gave everyone a walkie talkie and I decided to wait halfway along the route from Molly’s school to her home. When she got home and went inside, I could see that her mum looked like a valkirie as she asked Molly to get on with her homework. In the meantime, Alice came by and offered muffins to the house, harassing them until they took the muffins and she got her son to take them to the church. I waited on a nearby street, taking my shoe off and pretending that my foot was sore from walking as I sat upon a wall reading up on one of my university reference books. Alice the werewolf had returned at some point asking the mother about God and trying to get information out of her. Eventually she was directed to the church and told to go away.