[001 - video]

[freeholding]

[Two men have settled into one of the larger rooms of the Tower. One is tall and lean and looks vaguely untrustworthy, like someone you wouldn't want to share a cab with. He's got a mean-looking scar through the right side of his face, a silver pentacle around his neck, and a dramatic black leather duster hanging off his frame. He's the one seated on the floor, a circle drawn around him (was that done in chalk?) on the lumpy carpet.

The other man is far more respectable looking, but something about him would incite nervousness and distrust if you met him in person. He's older, with greying hair and eyes the color of dead grass. Dressed like a businessman in tailored Givenchy and silver cufflinks, there is nonetheless the sense of a prowling panther as he paces slowly around the outside of the circle.]

Are you ready? [says the man in the suit.]

[The one in the circle opens an eye to glare at his companion.] Are you interrupting a wizard when he's wizarding?

We're on a time table, Dresden.

A what? [The one by the name of "Dresden" squints at the other man like he's in awe of his existence.] I don't care how OCD you are, you don't have a time table yet.

Near and present danger.

Hell's bells, fine. Operation Stress-test commencing in five... four... [His voice trails off as he closes his eyes again, focusing before:] Hexus.

[There's a quick series of pops as all the lights burst into showers of sparks, power sockets go up smoke, and the NV's feed promptly goes dead.]

[[OOC: Blue font is Harry, Green font is John and they'll be replying separately to your comments!

If you'd like to play along, Harry just hexed the electrical things (lights, AC units, TVs, anything really) in their room, and the effect may spread to anyone nearby in the Tower apartments. Feel free to suddenly have a freezing cold shower or have your radio cut out, etc.]]

Comments

[businessman]

You didn't have a greeter? Being that you managed to find your apartment, I would have assumed...

[forzare]

I had [ great pause there, dresden. trying to find the right word, eh? ] Marcone with me.

We put our heads together and figured out where to go. No greeter, just survival-geared intellect.

[businessman]

Then, no one has yet explained the Port to you?

[forzare]

I know there's these two factions that run most everything, some suuuuuper-scary [ sarcasm!! ] thing called "The Darkness". I got a free month's rent in case I get stuck here longer than I'd like to be here and people get dragged here from all sorts of different places and worlds.

Other than that, I've got a lot to catch up on.

[businessman]

[Totally matter-of-fact:] That's a pretty good start, at least. Although it is possible to remain neutral of the factions. I have managed it so far.

They also say normal men like myself are gifted with wonderful abilities, but while I don't disbelieve it... I can't say I've noticed any changes myself.

[forzare]

Getting involved with rival factions is too messy, and I actively try to avoid such things.

There's bound to be some sort of effect on the individual in question, especially when a phenomena that's capable of reaching across time and relative dimensions is involved. [ now he's all curious about this ]