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An Evening On The Golf Course.
Gamemaster: You would be at your favorite course and a tall, slender Hispanic gentleman with a goatee would approach. Excuse me. Mind if I join you.
I seem to be without a partner this evening.
Rebecca: Regarding him carefully - what's his
aura? That would depend...What's your
Gamemaster: Aura: Lt blue and very pale. A vamp who's very calm. (Handicap: he says something that shows he's competent but no world-class player.)
Rebecca: *nods* Alright. Do
you need a caddy? (hefting her own clubs over
Gamemaster: No, I can manage, thanks. Ms
Logsdon was it?
Rebecca: (sidelong glance) I'm sorry, have we
met? You seem to have me at an
Gamemaster: Ah. (he smiles at his own
cleverness). I'm Jericho Nunez. Chantry asst.
at the SF chantry.
Gamemaster: I saw your ad.
Rebecca: I see, sir. *nods* I'm Rebecca Logsdon, yes.
Gamemaster: Great, I was looking for
Tremere who could golf. Quite a nice
coincidence isn't it?
Rebecca: Certainly is. Have you been a
member at this club for long?
Gamemaster: No, as I said, I live up in the
'City'. I don't get out here much. (she would
notice the odd pin on his lapel, a grinning
Rebecca: I just joined. There are better clubs
- I hear there's a good one in Marin - but this
one is in the best location for me.
Rebecca: (does the pin ring any particular history/occult bells?)
Gamemaster: (Other than the usual biblical and Setite references, not much. But you did hear of a Tremere faction that dealt with snakes somehow, all very hush-hush)
Gamemaster: I understand that you're an
archaeologist. Is that right?
Rebecca: Yes, sir, that's
right. Native American matters, usually. But
I'll go where I have to, when I have to. And you?
Gamemaster: Versatility is always convenient.
(another 'I'm enjoying myself' smile)
Yes, I'm a bit of a collector myself. just a
hobby for me really.
Rebecca: What areas?
Gamemaster: It's quite diverse actually with
respect to culture. But I am a bit of an
ophidiphile and it shows in my pieces. (Gently
waving off the subject) But I'm sure you've
had some rather interesting local finds?
Rebecca: Not quite
yet, sir. This area is more an archeologist's
nightmare than a dream.
Gamemaster: . Ah
that's disappointing. And please, the name is
Rebecca: *shrugs* Certainly, Jericho. Don't
be in too much of a rush to be disappointed.
I've only just arrived. (relaxing a bit) The east
bay has been neglected by our clan, it seems.
Rebecca: Ophidiphilia? Then you must be
interested in Mayan art...
Gamemaster: Ah, then you haven't heard the the native American legend of the "rainbow serpent" then? I have quite a few lovely pieces from South America in fact. I
can show you some time.
perhaps... I'd have to clear that with my
chantry leader, of course.
Rebecca: Shit! Not again. Pardon me. (goes
wading off into the rough...) I'm out of
Gamemaster: (strides up behind her) Not at
all... here's a trick my uncle taught me.
(Places his arms around her and guides her
club) Perfect for getting out of the scrub
without too much hassle. There you see. it's all
in the way you use your hands.
Rebecca: *slight awkward pause*
Oh... I wouldn't have thought of doing that
with a heavy club... (nods thoughtfully)
Rebecca: *slightly silly grin* Of course...(silliness fades as Rebecca gets
back into concentrating on her game...
Gamemaster: (He's actually a bit better than
he let on) But I must admit. I answered your
ad with a purpose in mind.
Rebecca: (slight smile, addressing the ball,
not him) I thought as much. Tremere usually make horrid golf
Gamemaster: (glance at her)...Hmmm I would
have said the opposite. i'm having a great
time.I saw some of your work up north, what
with the Native American fetishes. I was
wondering if you could look at something I've
Rebecca: (realizing her goof) I didn't mean to
imply you...It's just that usually...Oh, never
mind. (shakes head). Sure, what is it?
Gamemaster: It seems to be a fetish of some
type. A direct representation of the Rainbow
Serpent. But of course that's a Mayan legend,
so it has me a bit confused.
Rebecca: Any idea of the item's age?
Gamemaster: That's what I was hoping you
could help with. As I said, I'm not really an
Rebecca: *nods* You say it's a fetish... Are
you using that in the mundane sense does the
item show magick potential?
Gamemaster: Ah... no. (slight smile) I meant
fetish in the mundane sense. Isn't that what
the native Americans called such items?
Rebecca: Yes, it is. But it's sometimes used by
others to mean a magickal item. Hedge mages
and the like.
Rebecca: I'll be happy to take a look at it for
you. Do you have it with you?
Gamemaster: No. I don't happen to be in the
habit of lugging valuable artifacts along in my
car. *grin* You might want to try a fiver on
that ... I could sponsor you as my guest into
the city though.
Rebecca: (wields her four club optimistically)
Trust me, this'll work. Well, it does in Seattle.
*concentrates* You'd have to clear it with
Alexander Merette, first, but I'd be happy to
Gamemaster: (a slight hardening of the eyes)
Of course... I'll arrange it right away. Right
onto the green. Hmm my game's improving.
Tell you what. Why don't we make this
Rebecca: (shrugs off his worry, thinking
"too bad if you don't like protocol, I still
follow it" then - mock worry) Uh-oh. How so?
Gamemaster: If I win, you go out with me
tonight. I ask you any question and you
Rebecca: And if I win?
Gamemaster: *smug grin* That's for you to
decide, isn't it?
Rebecca: How about a reciprocal deal? If I
win, we'll still go out, but you have to answer
any of my questions honestly?
Gamemaster: Fair enough.
Rebecca: Fine. (Rebecca settles down for some *serious* golfing)
Rebecca unexpectedly wins the game - although it's close
Rebecca: (Rebecca is a little
stunned - and noticing how well Jericho
played) Just competent, hm?
Gamemaster: *whistles* Well that's what the
folks in the PGA said anyway. So it looks like
I owe you dinner and a conversation. *mimics
false consternation* Damn the bad luck.
Rebecca: (raises an eyebrow, torn between
a smile and irritation) You tried to hustle me,
Gamemaster: I don't know....Did it work?
Rebecca: (smiling, but firm)It seems not.
Incidentally, I think I'd like an honest answer
to my question...
Gamemaster: Okay, yes you've got me. *large
flourishing bow and woeful voice* (if it wasn't
night and the course nearly deserted, it might
be a bit embarrassing) I was a perfect cad and
tried to stack the deck in my favor. All for the
company of a pretty lady. Can you forgive me?
Rebecca: (Rebecca's socks are being
charmed off) I suppose I have no choice. You
could have just asked, you know. (packing up
her clubs and heading towards the clubhouse)
Gamemaster: (catching up) Yes, but isn't this
much more fun?
Rebecca: (*slight smile*) Well....yes. So...where do you want to go for