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| - | ====== Chapter 1 ====== | + | ~~META: |
| + | title = Act 1 - Ch.1 | ||
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| + | ====== Act 1: The Awakening - Chapter 1 ====== | ||
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| + | //Game session: 2/23/2018// | ||
| - | Cassandra “Cass” Johnson((Andee’s Moros mage)) | ||
| =====Monday December 21st, 2009===== | =====Monday December 21st, 2009===== | ||
| - | After a weekend of bleary dreams, | + | After a weekend of bleary dreams, |
| As she walks, snow starts to fall and a hush settles over the streets of Boston. With a start, she realizes the whispers are calling her name – Cassandra! She stops and looks around for the first time in a while, and realizes she’s in the middle of a neat graveyard. She knows there’s no graveyard in this part of the city – especially not one this large – but she can’t see the city skyline through the snow. She keeps walking, following the whispers, but notices the snow seems to part for her. She sees a massive tower suddenly loom out of the snowy sky right in front of her, and then realizes someone is standing behind her. She half-turns to see a tall figure in a cowl, who holds out a bony hand carrying her dead daughter’s onesie! Realizing she has a choice – go back to the comfort and pain of her mundane life, or go forward and learn some awesome truth – Cass takes the onesie and moves to the tower with the figure gliding behind her. | As she walks, snow starts to fall and a hush settles over the streets of Boston. With a start, she realizes the whispers are calling her name – Cassandra! She stops and looks around for the first time in a while, and realizes she’s in the middle of a neat graveyard. She knows there’s no graveyard in this part of the city – especially not one this large – but she can’t see the city skyline through the snow. She keeps walking, following the whispers, but notices the snow seems to part for her. She sees a massive tower suddenly loom out of the snowy sky right in front of her, and then realizes someone is standing behind her. She half-turns to see a tall figure in a cowl, who holds out a bony hand carrying her dead daughter’s onesie! Realizing she has a choice – go back to the comfort and pain of her mundane life, or go forward and learn some awesome truth – Cass takes the onesie and moves to the tower with the figure gliding behind her. | ||
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| In that instant of painful clarity, Cass realizes what she has to do – and also that this figure is her daughter. She kneels in the snow and starts scrawling her name in blood on the stone. As she writes, more names starts to appear on the floor and walls, each glowing a different color. When Cass finishes, her name doesn’t glow at first, but then starts to shine a golden yellow before breaking up to shimmer along the colors of the spectrum. In that instant, Cass Awakens. An instant later, a man’s voice asks in a rough Boston accent, “Lady, you ok?” Cass blinks, and finds herself on the street a few steps from the Dunkin Donuts, her thumb bleeding, and still carrying the coffee – and the onesie. She nods in thanks as she sticks her thumb in her mouth and checks the time – only to stare as she’s got forty-eight minutes left on her break! | In that instant of painful clarity, Cass realizes what she has to do – and also that this figure is her daughter. She kneels in the snow and starts scrawling her name in blood on the stone. As she writes, more names starts to appear on the floor and walls, each glowing a different color. When Cass finishes, her name doesn’t glow at first, but then starts to shine a golden yellow before breaking up to shimmer along the colors of the spectrum. In that instant, Cass Awakens. An instant later, a man’s voice asks in a rough Boston accent, “Lady, you ok?” Cass blinks, and finds herself on the street a few steps from the Dunkin Donuts, her thumb bleeding, and still carrying the coffee – and the onesie. She nods in thanks as she sticks her thumb in her mouth and checks the time – only to stare as she’s got forty-eight minutes left on her break! | ||
| - | Shaken, Cass turns and starts walking back to the flower shop. She gets a strong whiff of saltwater, which is strange because she’s not near the ocean. Amanda is staring at her from the window of Dunkin Donuts, and Cass swears the ocean smell is coming from her. She nods in greeting as she stumbles past, and returns to the flower shop. The owner – Gary Papadopoulos, | + | Shaken, Cass turns and starts walking back to the flower shop. She gets a strong whiff of saltwater, which is strange because she’s not near the ocean. Amanda is staring at her from the window of Dunkin Donuts, and Cass swears the ocean smell is coming from her. She nods in greeting as she stumbles past, and returns to the flower shop. The owner – [[wod: |
| Cass realizes that the train is crawling with the dead, from all periods in Boston’s history. She mutters something about why colonials need to take the red line, but then hears, “Tickets, please.” She looks up to see a ghostly conductor embedded in the wall of the train, holding out a skeletal hand. The bootlegger produces a ticket, but the conductor repeats the request to Cass. She fishes out her Dunkin receipt and hands it to the conductor. The receipt vanishes, apparently acceptable as a ticket. She makes it home and rushes into her room – ignoring the fact she seems immediately aware of the exact composition of anything she touches. | Cass realizes that the train is crawling with the dead, from all periods in Boston’s history. She mutters something about why colonials need to take the red line, but then hears, “Tickets, please.” She looks up to see a ghostly conductor embedded in the wall of the train, holding out a skeletal hand. The bootlegger produces a ticket, but the conductor repeats the request to Cass. She fishes out her Dunkin receipt and hands it to the conductor. The receipt vanishes, apparently acceptable as a ticket. She makes it home and rushes into her room – ignoring the fact she seems immediately aware of the exact composition of anything she touches. | ||
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