I obediently lay down on the couch, and close my eyes, and breathe peacefully.
:: Dearest LORD, You have graciously given me insight into Lara's scheme... but I still do not know about why the vampires are to attack the city, or if that will still happen given the current turn of events. ::
:: Would You have me stay here longer, lengthening the risk of being overcome by the evil charms of these vampires in order to gain more knowledge? Or would You have me depart now? ::
:: Dearest LORD, please guard and guide me now, I pray... ::
Molly appears.
"Master, err, Oak, ah I just remembered the Unseelie Accords." She looks at you, and Molly blows back a hair on her forehead.
"Man, you are messed up. That ring, I could feel its power. You told me that one invoked the Accords when you visited the Nasty Neighbours. Without it, they can legally burn you alive or whatever. I'd forgotten this when we walked in."
She gives you a hard look.
"Please tell me this is some brilliantly devious plan."
As I lay breathing peacefully on the couch with my eyes closed, I stretch out my telepathic senses to read Molly's surface thoughts while she is speaking to me...
And I continue praying for wisdom and guidance, for I am still unclear of the significance of her words, and whether the LORD would have me stay or flee...
Her thoughts slip from your understanding.
The radio clicks on.
You hear a bit of a Shakespearan play...
'Friends, Romans, Countrymen...'
A radio announcer shilling for a product...
'You need to buy this...'
Another channel, about cooking...
'Fire and bbq, man, I love this guy'
A sports channel guy yelling about baseball...
'Get him home! Get him home!'
A political talk show...
'And now for the other side...(different voice)...I say let the murdering bastard fry.'
A soap opera drama...
'But I love him...'
A crime drama...
'Who, man, who is the suspect!?!'
A wine commercial...
'Serve her red wine tonight...'
An ending to some show...
'This has been a NoonTime Production.'
A Spanish channel.
'Dios.'
It stops.
OOC: So much for the read surface thoughts... but what of the prayer for guidance?
The radio was the response to the prayer for guidance. Evil smile.
This blast of suggestive radio, signed off by 'Dios' is too coincidental to be anything but an answer to my prayer for guidance. But what does it mean? 'Get him home' seems clear enough, but the rest seems pretty murky.
And the only ones in this world that I have encountered thus far thinking or saying 'Master'-someone, like Molly's 'Master, err, Oak' have been either vampires or vampire thralls.
It is certainly possible that Molly simply picked up on Lara's terminology as she invisibly listened in on our conversation.
But it is also certainly possible that she has been charmed, or even impersonated. And the fact that right just now is the time that I can't read her thoughts successfully is just too coincidental for me.
So I can't give myself away to her... at least yet.
Without stirring from my restful pose, I respond with the same vacant peacefulness I used when responding to The Raith.
"The Unseelie Accords?"
And I pray that the LORD will assist my efforts to discern Molly's thoughts, and with His aid, I try to read them...
::Oak, man, he's messed up. Maybe that's why he didn't say anything about them. His brain is fried. That'd explain a lot.::
"Ah..." She visibly gathers patience. "The Unseelie Accords are the treaties between the various signatories to the Accords." She sighs.
::Less dictionary, more fact.::
"Um. All the supers, err, the groups of supers,not the individual supers, unless they're like that one guy...never mind...groups....like the Wizard's Council and the White Court agree to a set of rules that apply if you claim them, and if the person you present them too agrees. So like a Red Court Vampire could go to the Council Building and claim hospitality, and if they agreed, they'd have to let him in, and be nice to him, and keep him fed and stuff even though he killed a bunch of them last week. And if they said 'like no way', they'd have to explain their actions to the Winter Queen of the Unseelie who's the judge of the Accords."
As to the message, it occurs to you that you need to decipher it from the top down. If God were saying 'Friends, Romans, Countrymen' who is He talking to?
You think about it more, and pray and suddenly its revealed...
Line One: Hey Oak,
Line Two: Go exert yourself to get
Line Three: The waiter who was thinking about fire because I love him
Line Four: You need to get him to his current residence
Line Five: Satan's opinion is 'forget it, let the guy burn.'
Line Six: But I, God, love him even if he does not deserve it
Line Seven: Who am I talking about?
Line Eight: The waiter who is serving red wine at the party
Line Nine: This has been a message from the angels who work for the Lord of Noon, Jesus
Line Ten: Signed, God.
OOC: Wow, it is a good thing that it is not by might, nor by power... :)
Since I had prayed for guidance as to whether or not I should stay or go, it never even occurred to me that the answer involved taking someone else home (with the possible exception of Molly). :o
It is a good thing that there are plenty of Scriptural examples of His servants receiving a vision, and then an explanation/interpretation... :)
Thanks for unsticking me! :D
"Did you invoke them?"
I send out my clairvoyant senses, seeking the waiter I need to rescue...
A bit fuzzy, you try and get zilch. Breathing in and out, forcing yourself to clear your mind, you pray, and then calmer, you send out your mind again, and get a clear lock.
You see a white-coated waiter with a bottle of red wine in his hand that he is serving at the bar. There are other waiters and waitresses, but none are serving red wine at the time.
The waiter, as everyone in the staff, is handsome. His dark eyes are cold, and his manner is reserved. His chin is stiff behind the thick, dark mustached with goatee such that he has to work at smiling at the people he serves. To you, the tension radiates from him, but no one else seems to notice, perhaps because he's a waiter and hence invisible.
In my peaceful, vacant voice, I ask Molly, "Did you invoke them?"
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I stretch out my telepathic senses toward the waiter...
"Hunh?" Molly says puzzled. (As I am/ I'm not sure what you're asking Molly.)
You touch the waiter's mind.
::Die, hellspawn. You're going to scream, infidel worshipper of Shaitan. Not long now, and all these pigs die.::
OOC: Molly just told me about the Unseelie Accords. So I am asking her if she invoked them herself when she arrived. :)
"Um, no. I was hiding behind a Veil. If you're up to it, we could do that, walk out of here Veiled."
::After all, no one detected me on teh way in, and Oak, even fried, is better than moi. It could work. ::
OOC: This is just a heads-up that my work schedule is pretty wild these days, so my game thread response time may suffer more than a bit... :o
Thanks. And this gives me more time to consider the unique issues in your game. I think this counts as a new use for Gamemastering if I can figure it out.