Supernatural Boston

Vampires? As if...

Another day, another glorious opportunity to appreciate the passionate beauty my skills have inspired. Little was I to know that Eoghan was disposed to shame at his actions. Upon hearing that Nikki had gone missing, I must admit my first thoughts led to depravity, but happily the dark compulsions originated from a fellow of more morbid tastes and supernatural influences. I’m glad to know that Eoghan is indeed not a lady killer.

Instead it seems he suffers from shame and an inability to maintain the affections of a young lady to the point that she sneaks off shortly thereafter. Never having suffered this scenario, I can only imagine the profound feelings of inadequacy such an event would produce. Perhaps this is the reason he wished to hide himself from us the next morning, despite the imminent threat of danger to the young lady’s person. Though I may be judging him too harshly. Indeed, I should ask him about his method. Such an outcome could prove quite advantageous at improper times. Which reminds me, Melody and Molly will both be visiting the shop tomorrow afternoon, at unfortunately the same time. I must prepare for confrontation, as both will no doubt be jealously vying for my attention.

The detective had a particular glow about him this morning. I admit I am impressed, as he didn’t seem the type, yet achieved admirably without my heavy-handed influence. The fact that only Nikki seemed to have gone missing indicates greater success, so bravi to you, sir. Gale reached the same conclusion as I (unsurprisingly so), that the abductor was indeed associated with the cemetery. How one can discern such by touch is beyond me. Clearly he has some sort of supernatural investigatory powers as well, which lends well to his chosen profession. Indeed, it probably is the underlying reason for such a choice.

St. Patrick’s Cemetery isn’t exactly my idea of a bright and sunny day outing. We traced the trail to a particularly large and fantastically artistic crypt. I imagine Absinthe would be quite inspired by the place. I’ll have to mention it later.

Imagine my surprise when some random hooligan tried to jump Jenny (not that I can necessarily blame him). Imagine my greater (and pleasant) surprise when she turned into a panther and mauled her attacker. Imagine my profoundly overwhelming surprise when a sniper appeared and took out the assailant! Gale suggested we clear out as the police showed up on the scene, which required little coaxing on my part.

Unfortunately he told them my name, and they found out where I lived. Not entirely sure why he would tell me to run from them, then identify me as a witness for questioning. Perhaps he is trying to paint a picture of suspicion on me, though for what purpose I can’t conjecture. I’ll have to keep my eye on him. Happily, I had time to develop a cover story. Simple humans are so quick to believe a person is crazy rather than lying when he talks of snipers, panthers, and a premeditated urban safari.

We gathered later at O’Reilly’s Pub to discuss the events of the day. Eoghan was clearly overwhelmed by the day’s events, drinking himself into a very unbecoming stupor and mumbling about his brain bleeding. Rimmy very clearly understands at least the vampiric half of my nature, and he’s not at all comfortable with it, though he begrudgingly allows me entry so that he may keep an eye on me. The others decided that this plot is the work of a Black Court vampire, and they are likely quite right. So far there has been no mention of other types of vampires, and I have played down their existence. Dr. Grant Sawyer likely has the knowledge at his disposal, but hasn’t quite put the clues together in my case.

Whether or not Nikki will be safe is still up in the air. The swarm of cops descending on the graveyard halted our own investigation. I do trust that she will be saved. I did not intend for her to have any worse problems to deal with today than regrets about an ill-conceived one night stand.

Jenny's Journal - A Goth Outing

Another day, another adventure. New places to explore always, so I started the day after checking my mail and in on my sisters with calling the Professor Sawyer that seemed so obsessed with his study of magic. He said that an experiment was going on today that I might be interested in, and I couldn’t really resist checking it out. Still so much I don’t know, and have to quickly learn it seems. Melody though, one of our younger sisters who can still stay out all night drinking on weekends, still had a hangover but I passed her the card from Aya. She promised to come over later once her head had shrunk a bit.

Though first, a stop by Aya’s shop was in order to keep up my paycheck. I start moving around the new inventory for my boss when Richard shows up! To pay for his hat, finally. Pretty nice one too with odd runes sewn into the fabric. More evidence pointing to him being a wizard. He was also heading over to Sawyer’s for the experiment, so Aya and I decide to tag along!

Thankfully my cell phone was in the car! Richard did…something to make himself float! But all the electrics in the area went crazy. I noticed Eoghan also down the hallway fixing another locked door, he kind of freaked out and left though after the explosion, and the Detective McCullen was also here to see the Professor about the book Sawyer ‘liberated’. We managed to convince McCullen to not take it back though, since it would only be more of a huge hassle. Though the idea of mind control magic is pretty darn scary. And an invasion of more than 10 rights. We adjourn to a cafe to continue talking after the explosion, where Eoghan is hiding in a corner away from us? Aya and I spotted him though, and he reluctantly joins the conversation as Aya invites everyone to a new goth club in town called the Necroteque. Or similar.

Back at Aya’s shop, Melody shows up for her tour of the clothing available. He also invites Melody to the Goth Club and any other of our sisters who’d want to come. Though Melody was pretty nervous around Aya, she was curious about the club and nabs me and a few of our sisters to go goth shopping! A few good shopping hours later, I help Aya close up but not before Eoghan shows up for a fitting for goth clothes of his own for tonight. Glad he decided to come!

The others showed up at the Necroteque before me and my sorority sisters. My sisters spent a great deal of time dressing me in a fine gown, an apology for the house prank. I had to accept, and I don’t really blame them anymore. At least it is over now! The party Absinthe puts on was a sight to be seen. As we show up, and cover Richard for the door fee, he plays a strange instrument where he waves his hands melodiously over a record player. Though Absinthe himself, er, herself? I can’t really tell. But! She/he seems to be fascinated by Aya and takes us back to her dressing room after several good hours of the club. Eoghan and McCullen seem to hook up with two of my sisters, Jasmine and Trina respectively. Though after the tour of Absinthe’s dressing room, some of the clothes in there from Aya herself, she/he gifts me with an amazing black dress! It’s loose fitting too, so it blows in the wind slightly. Very sleek. But Absinthe leaves Aya and I alone…and I can’t help but want to explore the mansion! It has several interesting nooks and crannies along with a balcony to see the stage area from apart from the club masses below. It had its share of hidden areas too, specifically a cabinet in the kitchen with a hidden dark passageway. Though Aya convinces me we should go, since the club is closing.

I head back to the house with Melody, I’m used to being the DD anyways. And I was grateful for the dress my sisters made me.

Eoghan's Week Keeps Getting Worse

Eoghan O’Reilly woke up with a depressingly familiar hangover, although the night’s previous events had been odder than usual. It had just been one of those nights where all the crazies show up at the bar all at once.

A little hair of the dog and a quick shower later, Eoghan was ready to face another day, or so he thought.

Unfortunately, Eoghan O’Reilly was dead wrong.

It didn’t take long for work to materialize; those wacky MIT kids had managed to foul up another lock in the physics labs. Even though things had gone so well the last time he’d gone there to open a stubborn lock, they were paying him really well to come in and take care of the ones that their own staff couldn’t easily handle. Easy work, all told, and sometimes even a challenge.

This time, interestingly, the lab in question was opposite the laboratory of Dr. Grant Sawyer, which was, for no particular reason, full of the very same wackos from the bar last night. Eoghan knew from last night that a hardcore crackpot, so he was trying to get in and out quickly and avoid attention. Alas, it was not to be… Jenny spotted him and tried to drag him into the conversations and madness within. Fortunately, he was able to extricate himself quickly and race away down to the elevator.

Just as he reached the elevator, though, the power seemed to go out on the floor; lights flickered, the elevator doors died, and smoke began to billow from Dr. Sawyer’s lab. Not being a complete sociopath, Eoghan rushes back to make sure nobody’s dead. It doesn’t appear that anyone is hurt… however, one of the crazy ones, Richard, seems to have found something very tall in this lab room to jump off of, because he lands with a thud just as Eoghan arrives, scaring him pretty badly. But once he sees that no one is seriously injured, he slips back out and down the stairs.

TBC… Aya

I have no idea how Eoghan developed the foresight with which to know that we would be eating lunch (he had to have heard me discussing it with the others) at the next cafeteria away from the engineering building. Nonetheless, he set himself up in a prime position to observe the proceedings of our very important discussion. He heard me discussing plans for a field study at the Necrotheque! (oh how I love it so), and no doubt found my profound enthusiasm contagious. Thus my utter lack of surprise when I found him standing in awestruck wonder at the glorious selection of scintillating finery on display at my very own shop – Fantasies Fulfilled!

I set to work, quickly putting him at ease by complimenting the wisdom and bravery of his decision to enjoy the nightlife in what can only be described as an emergency rescue of fashion and taste. While he still stuck out for timidity, he was at least fantastically garbed. I daresay he thanked himself for it later.

At the Necrotheque! I was greeted in the customary fashion befitting a VIP of my stature. Absinthe was marvelous, as always. I’m ever so envious of Absinthe’s fashion sense, and I’m still learning new things every time I go there. The sorority sisters showed up, fashionably late (to be expected), and I quickly set to work working my magic. They were reluctant at first, but it’s impossible to resist my charms! I believe Melody is quite impressed, utterly shattering her pre-conceived notions, in a manner I can only presume will be very profitable for me, in a variety of senses.

And where oh where did they find that dress for Jenny?! I simply must know. This may require some undercover investigation (my speciality).

The night was interesting enough, as it always is at the Necrotheque! I got the boys dancing with the girls (some were beyond rescue, sadly). I met with Absinthe, who strongly suggested I lie low for a little while after insulting the fellow at O’Reilly’s, but how can you smother a gem of such brilliance?! The night passed fluidly, as did the free drinks, and it was quite a show. I’m not sure how it is that Richard was able to do it, but his caveman movements produced equally caveman sounds. I’ll have to discuss this with mother, but I feel it is beyond my capacity.

Eoghan tried to sneak away, but there’s no escaping my serpantine senses. I trust Nikki loosened him up. I also hope the notion that good things happen in my presence rubs off on Eoghan and the others, as well as the lovely sisters of Sigma Delta Epsilon.

Jenny and I poked around a little behind the scenes, but I’m sure Absinthe won’t mind. It has become very clear that I am welcomed and trusted in Absinthe’s house.

In the beginning

Eoghan, working as usual at his uncle’s bar, was noticing something. he didn’t like to notice things. People he knew as regulars had been vanishing without comment. Lately though, they showed up again. Though dressed very fancy. They then vanish again shortly, again with no comment. Gale was working the docks when the urge to get a drink struck and only good bar near the was O’Reilly’s. After work, he heads there, waiting for his partner, Robert Tracy, to show up. Eoghan noticed Gale, the cop who put him in the drunk tank. While Gale notices him and finds it odd to see a non-supernatural tending such a bar. A smoking hot lady in a skin-tight red leather outfit comes into O’Reilly’s hanging on the arm of a badly dressed man. He doesn’t seem in her league, but hey, money can buy you most things if that was the case. About this time, Dr. Grant Sawyer gives McCullen a call, asking to meet with him at a bar. Fate, go figure. Jenny decides to give Aya, her old boss, a visit to ask about more temp work. And pass off another number from a girl who’s hosting a party at her sorority next week. They head over to O’Reilly’s as a client he is looking for might be there, a friend, Richard Codak who helped her out of a tight spot and Aya also wants to meet a potential client at O’Reilly’s. Codak meanwhile calls Dr. Sawyer, two tries on the phone is the charm, and agrees to meet up with him at the bar.

Sawyer and Gale start sharing drinks Eoghan gives them and make small talk. As Aya and Jenny get to the bar, as usual most girls turn their heads to stare at him. All except for one girl, the one in red. Aya attempts to woo her, but fails, oddly. She seems completely oblivious to everyone but her date. Aya leaves her a business card ad drinks his sex on the beach. Jenny sits sipping her whiskey. Richard shows up as Jenny apologizes to Dr. Sawyer for the library incident, and he introduces me to the detective McCullen and explains a bit about the book he “rescued” from Dr. Garbutt and how it was on the occult! Richard gets in at this point and he and Jenny exchange quick greetings before he and Sawyer dip into talking about magic and runes. Apparently Sawyer is friends with Richard, or working together or something like that. Meanwhile, Detective McCullen and his partner Robert question the odd couple for a bit before returning to talk to Sawyer and Richard.

Jenny distracts Robert for a bit by talking about his job and the missing persons case with the children. Eventually he strange couple stands to leave, as does Aya. He tries to get to her by touching her lightly on the shoulder as Molly gives her a death look. The bartender Eoghan confronts the couple briefly about the trouble of bringing in such a pricey “piece of tail!” The couple then leaves, and Aya nabs the red woman’s glass (probably to sniff as usual) and the Detective and the Professor start talking about mind control and vampires? What? Jenny offers to help at least, since she did push a bookshelf onto him. Even if he’s from MIT and kind of unhinged. Though she do know magic exists, occult just has a nasty ring to it.

Aya tries to track by smell the red lady, but is unable to track due to her leaving in a limo. Richard mentions that he will buy the hat soon and then leaves. Dr. Sawyer comments that she may be mind controlled? Similar to his theories about the Professor Garbutt. Eoghan doesn’t disagree. Aya seduces the barmaid Molly before Jenny drops him off and heads home via the T.

After her shift at the bar, Molly stops by Aya’s store for a full fitting. Everyone else heads home for the evening, some less sober than others.


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