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Who: Evangeline, Zeran, Amon, and Sam.
What: Today's trash-witch introduces one of her extremely inquisitive friends, and her most responsible friend, to one of her newer friends... who happens to be a centuries-old vampire.
Where: Tombstone, AZ.
Warnings: Shitposting senior Granny Stevens, Sam's potty mouth.

but who you know )
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Loathesome lunchboxes. Battlebots. Little shits. Tinshits. Toaster terrors. Pseudo-scraplets.

There were a lot of names for the small, swarming clockwork constructs )
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Despite her failings, Sam was serious about her ongoing effort to be a good friend. It was why she'd warned Zeran that she'd be unavailable (“I'mma fuck off to New York,”) for the better part of a week, and we she'd assured an apparently-unconvinced Amon that the most dangerous thing she'd do in New York would be being in New York, and why she'd decided to show the two that she really as was as safe as she'd said she'd be by sending them a short video. Since the video featured her sitting in Djedi's comfortable living room, with an unidentified Djedi on her arm in his surprisingly portable and comically top-heavy bird form, and reassurances from the both of them, she wasn't really surprised when, three weeks later, she was back in New York, holding the door to Djedi's restaurant open for the others. It was late---after hours, when the place would've been locked up---but she'd texted 'PLZ LET US IN I brought you more maple syrup' on the ride over from the hotel Zeran'd booked rooms at. As the Fixx said, one thing led to another.

“I'll let you handle your own introductions, cause I'm too tempted to open with 'guys, the bird, the bird, the guys.' Sorry.”
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It was getting late; late enough for the dishes to be done (“I'll wash, but somebody's got to dry or direct me cause I don't know where anything goes in this kitchen, besides milk? Fridge,” Sam had said,) Will readying himself for bed if not abed just yet, and the ice wine cold enough to open, so the conversation had been wandering a while. A lot of the talk had been expected and/or ordinary; the roads, work, weather, the return trip and what Sam's suburban had already endured, Will's schoolwork (with a digression for some samples to be shown) and Jonathan's school of choice... but it had an odd turn, here and there, some bad, some better. There had been the deaths in Hawkins, and the alledged death; there were the rabbit's feet Sam had brought for the family, the stitching obviously unpracticed, but the feet properly prepared; now, something new.

“A good witch in Texas taught me probably the best trick.” As she spoke, Sam stood, crossing the living room to dig into the duffel bag she'd brought. “How to do a Tilt, or build a Tilt, whatever wording. I don't know who settled on calling the things Tilts, but the word works, cause it's a little like tilting a pinball table; it's something you do to get things going your way. You don't have to be an adept to Tilt; you have to want the thing, and you have have bumped into weird before, and you have to have been targeted by a Tilt somebody else built up before your first attempt, but that's it. Whether you want to work a Tilt while I'm here to help, or not, it's up to you, but I put a little something special together for you... like two months ago. And then I decided I didn't want to trust it to the post, so here.”

Having finally found the small red envelope she knew she'd packed, Sam crossed back to the couch, and offered it over to Joyce. The envelope wasn't paper, but coloured duct tape, lined with dozens of fortune cookie strips placed so that something could be stuck inside without staying stuck. It contained a $3 scratch-and-win ticket, and a shiny copper oval which was probably a pressed penny.
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A person’s aura can intimate quite a bit of information regarding their mood, health, magical aptitude, and overall metaphysical condition---the trick is interpreting it. Although interpreting an aura is initially a difficult thing to do, it gradually gets easier (as individuals’ are increasingly familiar) and Sam can sometimes glean a good amount of information from a ‘rough read’ on someone who’s new to her.

I see your true colours shining through )

Another footnote: Wiped everything but top comments Sept.21 to begin including 'first read' rolls.
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Got questions? Comments? Or even “I just cracked my own copy of Unknown Armies, and…”? Feel free to hit me up here, please! Let me know what you’re thinking; I’d love to hear it.

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