The Dynasty: A Macabre Nativity, Issue 3 "Into the Breach, Part 2"
- by Bard

When We Last Left Our Heroes: Having interrogated the alien prisoner, the Novas of Operation: Dynasty were introduced to Professor Andre Vladimir, also known as Rex Mundi, the earth controlling Russian Elite. Given some time before they left on their mission, Yi, Jenny, and Rex went off the the Hogs Head Pub for lunch. There Jenny met the former Directive telepath, Gregory Phelps, presumed dead though apparently quite alive. An interrogation ensued, in which Phelps gave away a terrifying secret about Operation: Dynasty's middleman.

Player Situation: Only Jenny and Rex showed up for this session, as something came up RL at the last minute for Yi, and Rez was under mysterious circumstances. Yi was NPCed as little as possible, though I feel that what he does say remains pretty true to DoctorNeutron's portrayel of the character. Still looking for an Architect and Geneticist, email bard@eol.ca if interested.

* JennyArtemis puffs on a cigarette after several long seconds
<JennyArtemis> "Phelps, did you just say what I think you said?"
<GregoryPhelps> "That's it. I'm going now, not telling you lot anything else. Probably in enough trouble as is."
* Rex_Mundi releases Phelps
* GregoryPhelps begins to rise, still looking like an asphixiating fish
<Rex_Mundi> You don't want any vodka?
* JennyArtemis fixes him with a cold stare
* GregoryPhelps pointedly avoids Jenny's gaze
<JennyArtemis> "Phelps, you keep anything more from me, and I'll live long enough to make you a very unhappy little sod."
* JennyArtemis sighs and stabs out her smoke
* GregoryPhelps gives a nervous chuckle and begins to back off
<JennyArtemis> "What? You're still here? Boo."
* GregoryPhelps jumps a bit and belts off
* JennyArtemis glances at her companions sourly and shakes her head.
<JennyArtemis> "Bloody magic."
<JennyArtemis> "I'm not even going to try and address the question of a nova being 140 years old. And I'm too tired to be playing silly buggers with this lot."
<JennyArtemis> "Bloody aliens...parallel dimensions, 140 year old yanks...What else? It's like a sodding episode of Star Trek..."
* Rex_Mundi laughs heartily
* JennyArtemis sighs again and looks around for the waitress.
<Rex_Mundi> "My English friend, why worry about it? Let us have good fun now, yes?"
* JennyArtemis glances at Rex and screws her lips to the side.
<JennyArtemis> "Maybe...where's that vodka?"
* Waitress brings it over and asks if they'd like to order now.
<Rex_Mundi> "Vodka for me and my English friend! And to eat..."
<JennyArtemis> "Bloody right I'd like to order..."
* JennyArtemis is still cursing under her breath about Phelps...
<JennyArtemis> "Er...Bubble and Squeak for me."
* Rex_Mundi looks at the menu
<JennyArtemis> "be a dear and bring me the family plate, love."
* Yi orders a LARGE salad and LARGE rice.
<JennyArtemis> "I'd also like a pint"
<Rex_Mundi> "I will have number 7... And 5, 4 and 2. Supersized, if possible. And 3 of each. I think that will do for a snack, yes?"
* JennyArtemis looks at Yi.
* Yi just gives a bland look and a shrug, then orders something with meat as well.
* JennyArtemis begins to light another smoke and glances around suspiciously.
* Waitress looks shocked, but diligently writes down the orders, scribbling fast, then dashes off to the kitchen
* JennyArtemis flicks open her zippo and struggles with a slightly bent fag. But finally gets it lit and draws a deep puff.
* JennyArtemis murmurs under her breath;
<JennyArtemis> "Half of these lot are probably spooks."
<JennyArtemis> "So, what's your take on all this?"
* Rex_Mundi thinks
<Rex_Mundi> "I'm thinking, maybe this mission will take a bit longer than a few hours."
* JennyArtemis puffs deeply and chuckles.
<JennyArtemis> "Ya think?"
<JennyArtemis> "You're taking all this rather well, I think. Not having much of a credibility problem with all this?"
* Waitress returns with drinks
<Rex_Mundi> "Maybe I should get some overtime pay... I have a lot of bill-collectors..."
<Rex_Mundi> "Ah! Drinks."
<JennyArtemis> "Magic!"
* Yi shrugs, "I am being paid well for this, whether I believe what they tell us or not is irrelevant as long as the pay comes through."
* Rex_Mundi takes a chug of his drink
* JennyArtemis takes a swig and pulls it back
<JennyArtemis> "A little bit of all right..."
* Rex_Mundi wipes his mouth
<JennyArtemis> "This whole business sounds as bent as a nine bob note. Is anyone else followin' me, here?"
* JennyArtemis glances at Yi.
* Yi nods
<Rex_Mundi> "It sounds like someone is pulling a joke when you think about it, no?"
<JennyArtemis> "What's your take on it, mate?
<JennyArtemis> "Oh quite."
* JennyArtemis downs a good half of her pint.
* Rex_Mundi chugs some more of his drink
<JennyArtemis> "Well, not like anything's gonna get done about it here. We'd better be mindful, though."
<Rex_Mundi> "I agree with you, friend. In time, maybe we will be finding out more, yes?"
<JennyArtemis> "And of course, half of the 'team' decided to bob on off on their own..."
<JennyArtemis> "In time. Quite. But I don't wanna be findin' it oput at the wrong time, is all..."
<JennyArtemis> "We need a plan of action. And this ain't exactly the place, is it?"
* JennyArtemis looks around disparagingly. She flags the Waitress and drains the last of her pint.
* Rex_Mundi nods
* Waitress comes over, "Another pint, Ms.Artemis?"
<JennyArtemis> "That'll do nicely."
* JennyArtemis glances down at Rex's large, bare feet.
* Rex_Mundi looks down on his feet
<JennyArtemis> "So what's with the feet, mate?"
<Rex_Mundi> "What is it with them?"
* JennyArtemis smiles crookedly
* Rex_Mundi looks puzzled
<JennyArtemis> "They don't make shoes your size, then?"
<Rex_Mundi> "No, my feet are too large. I thought you saw something strange about them for a moment there."
* JennyArtemis arches an eyebrow and stifles a laugh.
<JennyArtemis> "No...nothing strange at all, mate..."
<JennyArtemis> "Wonder if it's true what they say? About a lad wit' large kickers...?"
<Rex_Mundi> "What about 'lads with large kickers'?"
<JennyArtemis> "...they wear large shoes...heh..."
* JennyArtemis glances again at his bare feet.
<JennyArtemis> "We'll never know, will we?"
* JennyArtemis winks at him.
<Rex_Mundi> "I guess not. I wonder how our orders are coming..."
* JennyArtemis shrugs and leans back in her seat, her eyes sliding over to study Yi.
* Yi seems deep in thought.
<JennyArtemis> "Tell me something, Yi: how do you feel about working with someone with a previous? Like our good yank?"
<Yi> "I do not overly care about Mr.Carpenter's previous dealings as long as he does not betray me now. I have heard good things about him as a mercinary, and see little reason to judge on accidents of his past."
<JennyArtemis> "Right, right. Good of you."
* JennyArtemis takes another puff, but realizes her smoke has burned to the filter.
<JennyArtemis> "Listen up, mate, 'cuz I think you and me are gonna get on well...I think it'd be a good idea for you to keep a close eye on Mr. Carpenter."
* JennyArtemis stabs the fag out and taps out another...She curses softly when she realizes she's out.
* Yi nods
* JennyArtemis glances around for a ciggy machine.
* Rex_Mundi waves to a waitress for another pint
* There is a ciggarette machine over by the bar
* JennyArtemis smiles at Yi very brightly.
<JennyArtemis> "be right back, kiddies."
<Rex_Mundi> "Fine fine!"
* JennyArtemis makes her way to the ciggy machine, fishing through her pockest for change.
* GuyatMachine stands there at the machine and gives it a good slap. "Bloody thing. Gimme me fags!"
* JennyArtemis stares at him with a chuckle.
<JennyArtemis> "No need to beat seven shades of shit out of it, is there?"
<GuyatMachine> "Bah. Can't make a good fag machine, always stealin your quid an giving out nofin."
<JennyArtemis> "What's your brand, then, mate?"
* GuyatMachine names a somewhat uncommon British one, though the machine does carry it.
* JennyArtemis squints at the machine, and her temple pulses slightly.
* JennyArtemis reaches down and picks up his ciggys. "Oh look at that. Must have fallen down, after all..."
* JennyArtemis hands them over to the guy.
* GuyatMachine chuckles. "Must have," goes along like he knows they didn't but isn't going to bother calling her on it.
<GuyatMachine> "Mighty generous of you."
<JennyArtemis> "Not a problem."
* JennyArtemis moves to put her change in and stops...wondering why she pays for fags at all with her abilities...
* GuyatMachine defntly opens the pack and puts it to his mouth, taking one out. Offers a hand, "Jack Smythe."
<JennyArtemis> "Jenny. jenny Artemis. Pleased."
* JennyArtemis gives the guy the once over.
* JackSmythe is pretty good looking. Well built, a little wiry. About 5'9", maybe 5'10" at the most. Firm handshake. Thick black hair, green eyes. Wearing a white poloshirt, black dress pants, dress shoes, and sports jacket.
* JennyArtemis leans against the machine and beams at him.
* JennyArtemis forgets, for the time being about her lack of ciggys...
<GuyatMachine> "Think I've heard of you on the telly sometime. You're that Nova wif New Scotland Yard, right?"
<JennyArtemis> "Cor...does everybody recognize me, then? I'll hafta start wearin' a bleedin' mask like all those yank skintights...!"
* Rex_Mundi wonders what's taking Jenny...
* JackSmythe laughs, "Eh now, we don't need any more've our gals being like yanks. 'Sides, be a crime f'r you t'wear a mask."
<JennyArtemis> "Crime, eh? I like the sound a' that..."
* JennyArtemis grins at Jack.
* JackSmythe chuckles
<JackSmythe> "So, what brings you out here?"
* JennyArtemis glances down to see if he's wearing a wedding band...
<JennyArtemis> "So, Jack, are you here with anyone? Or is it just you and your rebellious fags, then?"
* Yi glances at Rex from behind his sunglasses, "It would appear that this could take signifigantly longer than expected."
<JackSmythe> "Nah. Just off on me lunch."
<JennyArtemis> "Where abouts d'ye work, then?"
<Rex_Mundi> "Seems like it, yes? Do you think the food will be ready soon?"
<Yi> "One can only hope."
<JackSmythe> "Yeah. Little ways off. An you?"
* Rex_Mundi drinks from his second pint
<JennyArtemis> "Oh, just here on business, then. Probably won't be around terribly long, though..."
* JennyArtemis sighs softly.
* Waitress and several other serving staff exit the kitchen with a large number of covered trays.
<JackSmythe> "Eh, well's a pity, then."
<Rex_Mundi> "Ah! Here comes our food!"
* JennyArtemis glances around.
<JennyArtemis> "Not much for privacy around here, is there?"
<JackSmythe> "Guess not. You wif fat lot over there?"
<JennyArtemis> "er...yeah. Yeah, I s'pose I am..."
<JennyArtemis> "Reckon I should be gettin' back and all..."
* JackSmythe digs a scrap of paper out of his pocket and quickly jots down on it with a pen
<JackSmythe> "Here me moby number, gimme a ring if you're around again."
* JennyArtemis reaches into her pocket and pulls out one of her cards with her mobile number on it
<JennyArtemis> "Likewise, luv..."
<JennyArtemis> "or even if you're not..."
* JackSmythe accepts it and nods with a slight grin
* JennyArtemis smiles sweetly.
* JennyArtemis makes her way back over to the table and screws a typically sour grin back onto her face as she sits.
* JackSmythe heads off into the crowd, puffing on his now lit ciggarette
<JennyArtemis> "Alright, where's me Guiness, luv?"
<Rex_Mundi> "So, you are back now?"
<JennyArtemis> "Back? i didn't go nowhere, did I?"
* Rex_Mundi points towards the waitress
<Rex_Mundi> "I think it is over there, yes?"
<JennyArtemis> "Bloody 'ell..."
<Rex_Mundi> "You are back from the vending machine, no?"
* JennyArtemis digs into a forkful of golden brown food.
<JennyArtemis> "Erm? Um Hmm."
* Rex_Mundi starts digging into his food

End Issue 3. Next Issue: "The Teeth of the Dragon!"