Post-Gala, Post-Trespassing Hijinks

Sam O'Shea: *Beginning to climb*

Singha: ((Weird how the room's been wiped. Wonder if Troo did that?))

Sam O'Shea: 5,6,3,6,7,9,

Sam O'Shea: (OOC: Don't know. It happened when I lingered here, sometimes during the first half hour after you guys left)

Singha: Sam hears the water lapping against the pilings, the distant sound of motors in the fog, the sound of the refrigeration unit on the diner, and not much else.

Sam O'Shea: *Climbs quickly up to the top*

Singha: The fog is thick, soupy. There's a scent of raw wood, of abraded rubber, of oil and gas, but the ladder's too far away from the site where the car went over for Sam to detect much of anything

Sam O'Shea: *On top, he sneaks over to where the car fell over*

Singha: There are gouges in the planking from teh claws of the beast who shoved the car over. Chunks of safety glass form a trail to the broken railing.

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at the claw marks. Not good. Quickly follows the path the car must have taken there to see where they were attacked*

Singha: The cab looks as if it had been parked where the glass was broken. The claw marks start before that, running up it seems in the fog to where the glass is broken, then gouging deep to get the resistance and leverage needed to drive the cab over the railing and into the water.

Sam O'Shea: *Hmmm. Purposefully shoving it into the water. They were either trying to kill her, or they knew she was tough enough to handle that. Not good. Looks around for anywhere that might have a phone*

Singha: It's quite clearly an ambush. There are wet spots on the planking leading from teh ladder and away into the fog.

Singha: There is a light in fog from the diner, but not much else.

Sam O'Shea: *Hmmm...Probably too complex to follow that trail in a form that doesn't have good enough sense of smell. But it's a clue. She's probably still alive*

Singha: ((*pauses to feed Gma.* I'll bb asap.))

Singha: ((back))

Carla: ((Have nick will travel))

Singha: The boat motors for about an hour into the thick soupy fog. Uri guides it carefully. He's a decent boatman, and very wary of what he considers to be a potential trap, especially since he relates to Carla that Ang met with a man whom she kissed passionately, and then left after speaking briefly with Josh. Jan followed her.

Sam O'Shea: (OOC: Sorry about that. Just had to stare at a fake blonde a bit)

Singha: The man Ang spoke to apparently mingled for a bit, then went outside and picked up a woman from among the crowd of looky-loos, and departed in an apparently amorous mood.

: ((Have nick will lose it by pressing the button that's in the wrong place))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Thankfully, I'm not the only one stumped by this interface. *s*

Singha: The ring continues to point into the fog, and both Carla and Uri begin to feel a great foreboding, a sense of serious threat and potential great bodily harm lurking in the fog.

Singha: (yeah, I know, I'll fix it this afternoon))

Carla: She nods softly to herself, her grip on the sword hilt tightening just a little. She continues to reel the ring in and let it roll away again.

Singha: ((I'm on the laptop so don't have enough space to mess with lots of windows.))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Understandable.

Singha: Carla finds when she's reeling the ring in, it will actually hang and float in the direction it's leading them, she doesn't actually have to let it roll.

Carla: Even better. She stands in silence with Uri, holding the ring up for him, easily gaining her sea-legs after a few minutes on the boat.

Singha: ((okay, since there's some confusion as to what is where...For those who need some visual help, look at JB in the Metro Map below.))

Carla: ((I ain't confused))

Carla: ((Although Manhattan has this nice flaccid cock thing going for it in that map *G*))

Singha: ((The cab went over the side on Broad Channel, which is at the far east side of the bay. Carla and Uri are traveling from Rockaway, which is that spit of land at the bottom, north toward the center of the bay, threading their way through the islands.))

Singha: ((it's not shown on that map, but there is a causeway (a two lane roadway on pilings) that goes from that road at the bottom of JFK airport directly south across Broad Channel to Rockaway. Ang's cab came into this from the north and went to Broad Channel, where it was pushed over the side into the water.))

Sam O'Shea: (OOC: I see it. Thanks)

Singha: The sense of foreboding increases for Carla and Uri (roll WP). Meanwhile, Ang and Jer have been taken prisoner. They have been told to take homid form, tied up with odd-looking ropes made of what looks and smells like woven hair of some kind, and loaded shivering and naked (since no one told me they dedicated their nice clothes prior to the scene) into a stolen dinghy with an outboard motor.

Jeremy Thomas: ((No, no dedication...Jeremy's not getting his deposit back on his tux))

Carla: 3,5,8,10,1,8,5,

Singha: ((and as a side note, I have no WW books with me here, so you'll all have to either provide your own refs, or agree with whatever my faulty memory provides))

Carla: ((I who are about to die will go with your memory))

Singha: Jer and Ang are both at -3 HL (Bashing) from the cold, and will not regain those until they are capable of getting warmed up somewhere. They will continue to take bashing at the rate of 1 HL per hour until they are able to get warm.

Jeremy Thomas: *Allows himself to be loaded, not being confrontational in the slightest (and hoping Angelia is non-confrontational as well).*

Singha: Carla find herself seriously considering turning back and getting some more reinforcements. Or something. Whatever lies ahead is scary as Hell.

Singha: 6,9,2,9,8,9,8,4,

Singha: Uri, however, stays the course, jaw set determinedly.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Ooooooooh....BAD die roller! No roll well for the ST!! *S*))

Carla: ((Hey, I need the ST to roll well when he's my backup *G*))

Carla: She takes a couple of steps backward, slowly, unconsciously, and turns to Uri. "Look. Maybe we should..." her voice trails off as she catches the look on his face, and she swallows tightly.

Singha: Carla finds, suddenly, that the ring begins to swing round wildly, as if it's 'lost signal.' Uri backs on on the throttle, glancing to her curiously.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Yeah, but it'll keep doing that, even when we want it to do bad. *S*))

Sam O'Shea: *After diving into the water, he changes, and shoots through the water after the outboard engines*

Carla: She shakes her head. "I don't know." She crouches slowly, setting the ring on the ground to see what it does.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang sits and shivers as it all goes on, her jaw set rather stoically. She tells them once she knows what they want and she will go get it for them if they'll give her a place to meet them and give Jer a blanket."

Singha: The ring spins and falls on it's side. Meanwhile, Ang and Jer are in the boat with three of their captors, who have reverted to homid. They are all three tall, thin dark-skinned black Africans. One is Franciose, the other two are males. All three have a determined look. The last of the four remained on the dock

Jeremy Thomas: *Sits quietly, shivering violently, but not complaining. He holds his tongue for a moment, wanting to see what their captors say before he speaks up.*

Singha: "We do not trust you. You will take us to it."

Singha: Uri throttles back to an idle, staring out at the thick fog, snarling softly.

Jeremy Thomas: *Nods a bit, as if he was expecting that*

Angelia Caponelli: "I can't. I won't. Keep my friend as hostage to my good behavior if you like but I can't take you there."

Singha: Sam swims after the outboards, which are moving probably more rapidly than they should in this low of visibility.

Singha: "Then you will call someone to bring it to you."

Sam O'Shea: *Cutting through the water, he reflects on how these people might not be the best sailors around*

Carla: "Anwyl... I need your help, lover." She reaches out with everything she has to try and speak to him.

Singha: Carla has an even greater sense of foreboding at this. (another WP)

Carla: 6,6,2,8,8,9,3,

Carla: 9,4,6,8,2,4,6,

Carla: ((*Pats Carla* Good girl!))

Angelia Caponelli: "Alright... I need a phone." She says through chattering teeth.

Jeremy Thomas: *Looks at the one speaking* The person who brings it has to be free from any chance of danger. I don't think either of us will put another in danger for our sakes.

Angelia Caponelli: (wow)

Singha: (those in the water or with the outboards, roll per+alert)

Jeremy Thomas: 4,7,9,5,9,

Sam O'Shea: 2,6,6,5,8,7,

Singha -> Carla: She feels the familiar link rise up with Malc, tho it's devoid of those destructive, distracting emotions he usually has.

Carla -> Singha: "Love, help me. Help me find you."

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: (Sam senses other sharks in the water, sending to one another to converge on the lead outboard. Since by now it's clear to him that there is one outboard in the lead, and another trailing it by about 200 meters)

Singha -> Carla: "I am right here." The warmth of his love fills her.

Singha: Jer hears the faint sound of another outboard following their own. He also hears some sort of splash in the water nearby.

Carla: She smiles suddenly, happily, rising slowly to her feet.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He Sends to reach the other sharks* Do not scuttle the boats. There is something onboard I need alive.

Angelia Caponelli: 8,7,5,7,6,10,

Carla -> Singha: "Your body, my love. It's nearby but I can't find it. Can you help?"

Angelia Caponelli: (Sorry was getting coffee :)

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "Who are you, to tell us what to hunt in our own territory?"

Sam O'Shea: *Put his fins into overdrive to catch up*

Singha: Ang hears the following outboard quite clearly, and also hears a splash in the water nearby, tho the fog and darkness makes it difficult to see anything else.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: ~Sends~ I am Watches-the-Wound. Are you in Tenka Bloodfist's Slew? I bring news to him.

Angelia Caponelli: She doesn't turn her head at all though she continues to listen as she shivers and waits for a phone.

Singha -> Carla: She feels him thinking, as if he's trying to remember something from long ago, another lifetime. "My body?"

Jeremy Thomas: *Keeps his ass dead silent about what he heard, and looks at his captors for a response about the person they call not being put in danger*

Carla -> Singha: "Yes, my love. When you walked among men as well as the Chaya, you had a body made of flesh."

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "I am Swirling Lotus, Steel Lantern of the Moonlit Islands sentai. And you are in our territory."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: ~Sends~ I apologize for entering your territory. I seek shifters who are enemies of one who is under the protection of the Court of a Hundred Blossoms.

Singha: Their captors glance around. Franciose yawns, lips pulling back in a rictus as she throttles back the outboard. The others bring their machine guns to the ready, sensing danger.

Sam O'Shea: ~Sends~ There are shifters in the boats. Some of them killed a man in the bay, they have taken one who is friend to the man protected by the Court. They might be hostile.

Sam O'Shea: OOC: That was a PM, sorry.

Singha: Uri keeps a wary eye on the fog around them, waiting for Carla to direct him where to go.

Singha -> Carla: "You left it in Africa." She feels Anwyl's confusion. "In the dirt of the kraal."

Jeremy Thomas: *Once their attention is turned elsewhere, he looks at Angelia, eyebrow raised in a "what now?" expression*

Angelia Caponelli: She frows as she sees the guns going up and closes her eyes lightly.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "Do you serve the Firesnake, Watches-the Wound?"

Carla -> Singha: "It is here now, in New York. I am sure of it. Please, Anwyl, if you can help do so, or tell me who can help if you cannot."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He makes a little gamble* ~Sending~ I carry with me a jade amulet of the firesnake. I respect the Court, and serve Sea.

Singha: In the relative quiet of the throttled back boat, the sound of the following outboard carries clearly. Franciose motions to the others and turns the boat to an ambush postion in order to intercept whatever's following them.

Angelia Caponelli: Shakes her head a little to Jeremy and tries to keep her teeth from chattering as best she can.

Sam O'Shea: *All the while swimming after the outboards*

Carla: She shrugs helplessly. "Maybe they took it into the Umbra?"

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "Then we shall honor your request, tho the punishment for those who spill blood within the Court's territory without the Court's permission is death."

Jeremy Thomas: *Bites his lower lip as the boat turns around, thinking several swear words as he does*

Singha -> Carla: She again senses his puzzlement, but there is also that intelligence behind it, calmly going over teh possibilities. "Who has brought it to New York?"

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: ~Sends~ I am grateful, Swirling Lotus. The Shifters I pursue have spilled blood in your waters. I wish to rescue one they have taken. The rest are nothing to me, except enemies.

Carla -> Singha: "Trevor. Angelia had a dream in which she was told Trevor was bringing you to New York. I took it to mean your body, since you are already here. But I am concerned that Roosthorn may be in your body, and that if the heartbeat brings it back to life without you there too it might set him at the heart of the ritual and give him all that power."

Sam O'Shea: *Still swimming towards the outboards*

Singha: Sam reaches the following outboard, swimming up under it in the murky dark water.

Singha: It's moving at a quick speed toward where the other is idling, apparently waiting for the second one to catch up.

Sam O'Shea: *He swims up beside it, trying to spot from the surface how many are onboard it*

Singha: Franciose cuts the motor, and there is silence, aside from the approaching outboard and the very distant idling of a larger boat.

Singha: (everybody roll per+alert)

Jeremy Thomas: 7,2,8,1,7,

Sam O'Shea: 6,3,3,8,3,7,

Carla: 1,7,9,1,4,7,

Carla: ((What fog where?))

Singha: (and then those on the rowboat roll init, please)

Singha: 8,10,7,1,6,1,1,

Singha: 10,6,10,2,8,2,8,2,

Angelia Caponelli: Ang tenses a little from the cold, waiting apparently.

Angelia Caponelli: 4,6,

Singha: "There are other boats approaching," Uri says to Carla.

Jeremy Thomas: 8,

Jeremy Thomas: ((Inititative 12)

Carla: She blinks, focussing on Uri, taking a few moments to filter that information in above her conversation with Anwyl.

Angelia Caponelli: 8,

Angelia Caponelli: (13)

Carla: "Can we get away?" she finally asks.

Sam O'Shea: OOC: My general impression is that dogs LIKE swimming more than cats. Doesn't mean the cats can't, they just usually won't.

Angelia Caponelli: (mine loves the water!)

Singha: Sam hears the splashes as the five tumble into the icy water.

Carla: She looks to Uri. "What if we're there? What if it's down?" She points down toward the deck.

Sam O'Shea: *That's his cue...He'll instant change to Gladius, try to locate which one is Angelia and grab her*

Singha -> Carla: "I've not been to the island...at least not that I recall...but it's controlled by the Rainmakers. Ellen told me how they raised Mas there after Chaz was sacrificed."

Jeremy Thomas: *Falls in the water, and makes an effort to keep his head above water. Drowning is bad*

Singha: (okies, for the next roll, my guys are 1-6 Ang is 7 or 8, and Jer 9 or 10))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang starts kicking as soon as she hits the water, trying to keep her head above the surface with out having her hands free to paddle... good thing she's in good shape.

Singha: 4,

Carla -> Singha: "Perhaps if Trevor somehow got your body there the heartbeat would just... start? I don't know." She's getting frustrated.

Singha: Uri is not paying attention to Carla, listening intently as the motors in the fog cut out abruptly. He yawns, shifting up to Sokto, his appearance even more striking in this form.

Jeremy Thomas: *Will also (if he can) try and grab Angelia, using his body as cover for her in case those guns are waterproof*

Singha -> Carla: "No. He would have to have Kwesi. Or someone who can play the Heartbeat. And Grandma to do the ritual."

Singha: ((oh, I forgot...Jer, take 3 unsoakable agg from the ropes when you break them from shifting to Crinos.))

Carla -> Singha: "Kewsi is at the Concerto. And Gma... I don't know where Gma is. But I've been sensing the Heartbeat for days, on and off. Maybe it's just Roosthorn dicking with our minds."

Jeremy Thomas: ((*GAH* Ouch))

Sam O'Shea: (OOC: Jer: I told you that bondage stuff isn't as harmless as they say)

Singha -> Carla: "And he would have to have the soul of the person he wishes to put into my body. If that's me, he would have to have the sword."

Carla: She backs away even further as Uri shifts, raising the sword defensively.

Jeremy Thomas: ((*LOL*))

Carla -> Singha: "I love you. But I think we may be in danger here."

Angelia Caponelli: (Giggles)

Singha: As the five in the water attempt to get to the surface, the man Jer kicked, who also turned out to be the one who killed the cabbie, lurches out of the water as something below him bumps him.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: (Are the other sharks converging there?)

Singha -> Carla: She senses his worry. "The Court will kill you if they find you there without their permission."

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((the other sharks are already there. *G*))

Carla -> Singha: "Uri said we needed permission, but he made some calls and said we were good to go. But there are boats out here too, and now he's just Shifted."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: (Sort of assumed it was one of them that bumped the cabbie-hater. *s*)

Singha: ((will keep the same init in order to expedite))

Sam O'Shea: *The huge man-shark monster tries to get to Angelia*

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Ah, I'm on the bottom of that Init order, I think.

Singha: "Perhaps you should go inside." Uri suggests, in that polite, considerate way of his, only slightly slurred by his Sokto appearance.

Angelia Caponelli: Is just keeping her head above the water though when she feels something grab her she yelps and kicks more frantically.

Carla: She gazes at Uri, then nods. "Be careful." She moves swiftly inside, finding a relatively safe spot to hunker down in.

Singha: Alright, here's what's happening at the beginning of the turn: Ang feels something in the water grabbing for her. The approaching boat is passing their overturned boat as it drifts past, the operator of that boat staring at them and raising a handgun (you can see his sihouette but not his features). Francoise is shifting to Chatro, as are the others, and moving to attack Ang and Jer, and the operator of the other boat.

Singha: ((once you post your actions roll if needed and if you hit roll dam and then I'll post a resolution))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang is kicking at what ever's grabbing her while she tries to get away from the freaked out chantros.

Singha -> Carla: "Sensign the Heartbeat how?"

Sam O'Shea: (OOC: Not really trying to injure anyone, but since Ang will probably struggle since she doesn't know who it is, I'll roll for trying to grab her)

Jeremy Thomas: ((Is simply pulling Ang to him protectively and trying to swim away from the kitties, so that any the homid-formed person is relatively safe from attacks))

Sam O'Shea: 8,7,5,9,9,9,2,2,

Sam O'Shea: *Unfortunately, has no idea who Jer is and thus doesn't trust him, but follows up on what he's been told and doesn't try to spill any blood*

Angelia Caponelli: (What dodge for that?)

Carla -> Singha: "No." ((Unless she is in which case "Yes" *G*))

Singha: The one who was bumped attacks Jer, swinging a paw at him furiously. But just as those massive kitty claws rake into his fur, the big sabre-toothed cat is thrown bodily several feet into the air as the massive jaws of an enormous shark clamp around it.

Sam O'Shea: (OOC: He he. Two Crinos size creatures trying to grab little Angie. What a mess)

Angelia Caponelli: (ouchies)

Singha: At this point the other two Chatros break off their intended attacks and scramble away in utter panic.

Singha: 6,7,2,10,4,10,

Carla -> Singha: ((DLP)) "I see flashes of it, of the drum, sometimes I can hear it beat..."

Jeremy Thomas: *Pulls back, stunned by the sudden appearance of the shark, though still trying to pull Ang with him, the protective bastard that he is*

Singha: And seem to disappear, as if dissolving into the water.

Angelia Caponelli: 5,1,2,

Angelia Caponelli: (there's my pathetic dodge to get away from sam :)

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: Damn the Swara and their sneaky little "Stepping sideways two ranks before all the other Bastet"-trick. *s*

Singha: ((Ang if you try to dodge Sam's grab, that's your action for the scene, rather than kicking offensively. Either way roll the appropriate pool))

Jeremy Thomas: ((What exactly SHOULD I be rolling here, to keep Ang away from the other person (who I don't know) trying to grab at her?))

Sam O'Shea: *Realizes that it's easier to grab someone who has their arms tied behind their back*

Angelia Caponelli: (getting away. but it's up there already)

Singha: The Chatro gripped by the shark gives a roaring shriek as it's dragged underwater, a sound that Uri and Carla can hear easily.

Singha: (Jer>> it's a simple dex+brawl to grapple.))

Jeremy Thomas: 8,3,10,9,

Jeremy Thomas: ((Contested against Sam's, I assume?))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: That'd make sense.

Singha: ((now Contested STR, since both have ahold of her. *G* Ang's a wishbone))

Angelia Caponelli: (Whimpers)

Jeremy Thomas: ((Ouch...if it looks like she maight get torn apart by this, Jeremy would let go...otherwise, here's my srtength roll coming...))

Carla: 10,2,1,8,

Sam O'Shea: *He doesn't want to pull at her when she's in Long Fins, she might split. He'd rather try to push away the other guy*

Jeremy Thomas: 4,8,7,5,4,2,

Singha -> Singha: 6,8,7,5,8,4,8,

Carla: She sets her jaw, wishing she had the faintest idea what was going on out there.

Singha -> Carla: She realizes that, much as the Concerto and the K-R and Mas' Island have ways of confusing hostile spirits and entities and discouraging people from going there...this island probably has the same.

Singha -> Carla: Her sense of dread and the confusion in the ring are probably indications that they are very close to the island Malc is talking aobut.

Sam O'Shea: *Doesn't pull her away from Jer, just swims while holding the grip on her the way she is dragged, and points up to the surface, without making aggressive moves*

Singha: Since Sam's now decided to pry Ang from Jer as opposed to just drag her under, Sam now needs to roll to grapple with Jer, after he rolls a STR to keep hold of Ang after Jer's trying to get her away.

Singha: ((Ah, okies. Still need a roll to keep hold of Ang after Jer tries to pull her away, Sam))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Isn't what I just posted a possible option?

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Will roll Strength.

Carla: She peers out toward Uri.

Sam O'Shea: 5,2,6,7,1,2,10,

Carla: 6,9,10,3,3,4,6,

Singha: The man in the boat seems more concerned about the thrashing battle in the water between the Chatro and the Shark than about Ang and Jer.

Carla -> Singha: ((So long as Uri's WP is 10 or less... *G*)) "Body on nearest island."

Singha: (tie defender wins.) Jer yanks Ang from Sam's grasp. Meanwhile Sam is pointing toward the surface, even as he begins to scent the blood in the water.

Singha -> Carla: "There is no island. It's all water."

Carla: 9,7,10,10,2,8,5,

Carla -> Singha: "Illusion, maybe?"

Singha: And the Chatro really has no chance, since once he's below the surface, two other sharks attack, as well, tearing and wrenching the massive cat into pieces until it reverts to the form of a cheetah in death.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang sputters and coughs though at least with Jer holding her she doesn't have to kick as hard to keep herself up. "Boat.. where's the boat?" She looks around for the over turned boat they came in.

Singha -> Carla: "Yes, but if we search with the boat, we could run aground. And swimming's not a good idea as I hear sharks roam these waters."

Sam O'Shea: *He swims up to break the surface, get his nose out of the water. This is the Sentai's kill, not his...He's not invited*

Singha -> Carla: "My pride was once 12 strong. I lost 6 attacking this island in the past."

Carla: 4,9,2,7,5,10,7,

Carla -> Singha: "Lifeboat?"

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *First, he sends to the sharks* Thank you, Swirling Lotus. I will remove these shifters from your territory without bloodshed, if you will let me.

Carla: 4,8,8,7,9,8,4,

Carla -> Singha: ((On a 9 or less)) "I'm sorry. But we are not attacking."

Singha -> Carla: "Do you wish to risk your child in a small craft like that? In waters this dangerous?" His tone is curious, not judgemental, and holding no fear on his on part.

Carla: 9,7,9,4,6,9,9,

Singha -> Carla: ((her rolls are good enough to keep it going for about five or six minutes so don't worry about rolling again until I tell you))

Carla -> Singha: "Is there any point in us sitting around out here? If we need a smaller boat, let's go back and get one."

Singha: The man in the boat swings the gun around and brings it to bear on the strange ass shark thingie that's just risen to the surface. Meanwhile, he throws a rope to Ang and the Garou helping her.

Singha -> Carla: "There is a small craft here. But I want you to be clear on the dangers we face. This could very well kill us both."

Angelia Caponelli: "Thank god." She gasps as the rope's tossed in her direction. "Cut my hands free." She tells the garou holding her.

Sam O'Shea: *He changes to Long Fins*

Sam O'Shea: 6,8,3,9,9,10,9,3,2,10,8,

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ~Send~ "If you serve the Firesnake, Watches-the-Wound, you are welcome in these waters."

Angelia Caponelli: (jeasus!)

Singha: "Son of a bitch..." The man growls in anger and disbelief when he sees the sharkie thing become Sam.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: ~Sends~ You honor me. I will respect your territory as is proper, Swirling Lotus.

Carla -> Singha: "If the Rainmakers truly are trying to bring Malcolm back to life, they will need the sword. And perhaps Gma never mentioned anything like that because she wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own. But this isn't something I can ask you to risk yourself for, Uri. You've done so much for me already. I wish there were some way I could get there without risking my child, but there isn't, and I believe with all my heart that I ~have~ to go there."

Sam O'Shea: *Is the voice familiar?*

Carla: (("But I don't even believe in Jebus!"))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Save me, Jebus!

Singha -> Carla: "And if Trevor still serves Roosthorn? I cannot risk allowing you to face him alone. I must accompany you. That sword may not fall again."

Jeremy Thomas: *Reaches out and grabs the rope, shifting down to homid nwo that the danger seems to have passed*

Singha: ((roll per+investigation, if you have it. If you don't have it, you don't recognize the voice.)

Carla -> Singha: She pauses, then responds "Then we both go. Please Selene forgive me if I am wrong."

Angelia Caponelli: 6,5,3,9,

Sam O'Shea: 2,6,8,4,

Angelia Caponelli: (if I can roll too)

Jeremy Thomas: ((Acck...sorry, guys, my comp is lagging a bunch, so I'm behind in the posts))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Mind you, it's only his head sticking barely over the water at night, so he might not even be recognizable to Angelia. *s*

Singha: Jer and Ang are dragged to the boat, where they see Jan staring down at them, dressed all in black.

Singha -> Carla: "There are wetsuits in the closet. Find one that fits and put it on. It is cold out there."

Angelia Caponelli: She groans softly as she's pulled up into the boat, shivering and shaking even more violently now as cold air collides with resoaked skin and cloths.

Singha: Uri anchors the boat and kills the motor, moving to the stern where there's a small two peron personal watercraft that he preps to head out with.

Jeremy Thomas: *Gets pulled onto the boat and promptly passes out from his wounds* ((I gotta go, guys...RL rears it's ugly head again. I put my unconscious character in your hands as fas as what happens to him.))

Carla: She nods to herself and moves to the closet, trying to find a wetsuit that fits despite her advanced pregnancy, then taking off most of her outer layers and struggling into it.

Singha: Jan helps her inside, then Jer, frowning at them and pointing to a first aid kid, his gun still ready. "There are space blankets in the kit there."

Sam O'Shea: *Dark voice from the waters* Leave these waters, dirtwalkers. We have saved you from the trespassers this time. You might not be so lucky again. *Then he ducks under*

Angelia Caponelli: (did some one untie her hands? See you Jer)

Singha: Jan scowls at the voice in the water and murmurs something to himself in Afrikaans.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Changes to Squamus again underwater, it's breed form*

Singha: Jan takes out a military looking knife and moves to cut Ang's bonds, then pauses, staring at the rope for a long moment. "Potverdorie..."

Singha: He scowls at the passed out Jer and puts a blanket on him, then pulls out another tool and uses it to work the knots free, carefully untieing Ang rather than cut her bonds.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Circles underwater, watches the Sentai from a distance, keeping an eye on the boat. Assuming from Angie's lack of resistance to being taken aboard that she'll be all right for now*

Angelia Caponelli: She shivers and thanks Jan when he severs the rope and quickly pulls blankets about Jer and herself. She turns her head to look back to the water with a deep, troubled frown though the chattering of her teeth takes it over quickly and erases the expression. "What was that?"

Carla: Finally emerges out onto deck, looking unhappy in the wetsuit as she heads to Uri.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: He notes Swirling Lotus gulps the body of the dead shifter and swims off with it, the other two sharks apparently just that...sharks.

Carla -> Singha: "Forgive me, Anwyl, if I do the wrong thing. I'm trying my hardest."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Hasn't seen other sharks for days, so it's a happy sight, really*

Angelia Caponelli: (fixes that to thanks him when he unties her and pulls the blanket just over herself then)

Singha: Jan hand Ang a space blanket, as well as a thermos of hot coffee. "Your friend there looks a bit hurt." He indicates Jer.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: OOC: Oh, was : 2,6,8,4, enough on Investigation to recognize Jan, or at least detect the South African accent?

Angelia Caponelli: Ohhh coffee... She huddles under the blankets as she works off the lid, "I didn't realize it was so bad... he was strong in the water."

Singha -> Carla: "You do what you feel you must, and for that, I am proud of you, Faris." She can feel the love and pride moving through him.

Carla -> Singha: "I have always been proud of you, my love. Always."

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((ah, he'd recognize the accent as non-American, but not the voice, since he doesn't know Jan well.))

Carla: She smiles softly to herself, slowly regaining her composure, her serenity, and she nods to Uri to indicate that she is ready.

Singha: Uri steps onto the craft, then instructs Carla how to mount behind him. It's very much like sitting astride a motorcycle.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: OOC: Makes sense.

Carla: She gets on carefully, wrapping her arms around his waist and hanging on tightly.

Singha: Jan watches her, smirking to himself as Ang chooses to serve herself coffee before she treats the wounds of her fellow.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: Swirling Lotus swims off to the west, and the sharks nose around as if looking for more food, but when it's clear nothing's coming from teh boat and Sam isn't going to make any trouble for those on the surface, they head off toward the new sound of a small two stroke motor nearby.

Angelia Caponelli: She takes a hasty drink and then pulls the thermos away her face crinking up as the sudden rush of heat works it's way down into her gut but that's still enough to steady her hands and stop the chattering of her teeth. "You have some bandages?" She asks slipping her hand under jer's blanket to pull out his arm and get a look at his wrist.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Is that engine sound getting closer?*

Singha: The PWC (personal watercraft) heads tentitavely out into the foggy mists, lit only by the light of the moon over head.

Angelia Caponelli: (Any idea what Jer's rage is?)

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: OOC: Question: In Angelia's purse, was there a cell phone?

Singha: "First Aid Kit." He indicates it, then holsters his gun and attempts to start the outboard.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((yes, but it's no good now, since it's filled with water))

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((and the small motor is over in the area of the island.))

Angelia Caponelli: (NM I have his sheet 4) She nods a little and looks for the kit, pulling it over before she places her still chilled hands around the wound and closes her eyes. (mother's touch)

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: OOC: *Nods* He's not very good with stuff like that, though, so he might very well try to make it work later. *s*

Angelia Caponelli: 8,4,1,6,

Singha: Jer's injuries become bruises, and once he warms up a bit, he should be in pretty good shape.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Swims in the direction of the motor, like the rest of the sharks, curiously. If this is another kidnapper cat, it won't be happy*

Singha -> Singha: 3,5,9,9,3,

Carla: She peers to the left, unable to see over Uri's huge body directly ahead, but she's also trying to keep the sword wedged safely between them.

Angelia Caponelli: She checks over both wrists to make sure they're just bruises not breaks (med 1) and wraps him up well before leaning back to sip the coffee. "So why did you go after me?"

Singha: Carla has a few frights as Uri must dodge the boles of trees growing out of the swampy, marshy area. It's an eerie sensation as they loom suddenly out of the darkness. But trees are evidence of land, and he circles around, looking for some way to get past this forest and to the island itself.

Singha: "I thought you'd lead me to Trevor."

Carla: She yelps slightly then just decides to close her eyes and trust his reflexes.

Singha: "And I wondered if you were in league with the Ghana or not."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Follows the little engine, unblinking dull eyes. Keeping company with the other two sharks, though he might be a bit quicker than them*

Angelia Caponelli: Shakes her head a little and sips at her coffee again. "I don't know where he is." And she doesn't, she can only assume he fled if he was ever there at all.

Angelia Caponelli: "The Ghana? The cats that tried to kill me?"

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: Sam soon reaches the swampy forest of willows around the island, that keep anyone from making landfall except via the dock and small lagoon that Trev used. He can tell the craft is motoring slowly around the island.

Singha: "Yes. They call themselves Ghana. Warriors."

Singha: Carla has another fright as something bumps up under the craft. Did they hit a log? Uri tenses, his Sokto body preparing to fight.

Angelia Caponelli: "I'm not aligned with them as you can see."

Carla: She withdraws from Uri, grasping at the sword with one hand and hanging onto the PWC with the other. She opens her eyes.

Singha: "Yes, that's quite obvious. And they obviously don't have permission from the owners of the Bay to be here. And neither do we."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Reasoning that they are looking for the lagoon, he darts off to try to reach it before them*

Singha: There's nothing obvious to Carla about what bumped them, but Uri accelerates, taking a chance with the trees rather than a potential shark attack.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: (he easily reaches it))

Carla: She clings on for dear life.

Singha: Jan starts the motor up at last and points the boat toward JFK.

Angelia Caponelli: She raises an eyebrow slightly and looks out over the water, "Seems so..." She sighs softly. "Thanks, for dragging me out of there."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *As he reaches the lagoon, he swiftly changes into homid and strides up onto land to look for Trevor*

Singha: At last, Uri finds a small lagoon with an ancient dock to it. He carefully approaches the dock, and pulls alongside, allowing Carla to step off onto the dock.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((how does he look?))

Singha: "Thanks for keeping the Ghana from killing me." Jan replies.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He first heads for the place where Sam cleansed Malcolm's corpse, listening for sounds and looking around on the way*

Carla: She clambers up onto it and offers Uri a hand.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: OOC: Or did you mean how does he appear now?

Singha: okies, he finds evidence that Trev rapidly moved the corpse somewhere else, the trail leading off through the thick woods and brush, along a narrow path.

Angelia Caponelli: Nods a little, so they're even. "Have you heard anything? About these Ghana? Or Trevor?"

Singha: (ack, *picks up dropped PM* And I was doing so well today))

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Follows that trail, mindful of traps and ambushes*

Singha: "I know the Ghana are here to kill those who committed genocide on them."

Carla: ((*tuts*))

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((roll per+alert))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: It happens to the best, Singha. *S*

Angelia Caponelli: She nods, "They had a thing to find them but I took it last time they attacked one of us. That's why they came after me."

Singha: Uri also climbs up on the dock. He yawns, looking around warily.

Sam O'Shea: 6,6,8,7,7,6,

Carla: She waits for Uri to sniff the place out.

Singha -> Singha: 9,9,4,9,10,7,4,8,

Singha: "He's been here. Recently." He leads her off over a low rise into a clearing, where it appears various rituals may have taken place.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: OOC: That's the kind of roll I like.

Carla: "Who?" She follows him swiftly. "Malcolm? Trevor?"

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((yes, there are traps, and Trev is lying in wait to ambush.))

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He makes sure that he is highly visible, and when he spots Trevor, he waves at him not, not wanting to shout with someone else on the island*

Singha: Uri to Carla>> "Trevor. And something fishy."

Carla: "Are you suggesting that Trevor isn't fishy?" She smiles softly.

Singha: "They came after you," Jan explains, "more than likely, for the same reason I came after you: To find the One-Who-Watches."

Singha -> Singha: 5,4,9,8,7,9,6,

Angelia Caponelli: She lifts a pale eyebrow slightly, "He has a deed name now?" She can't help but smile just a little at that, pride flickering through her icy blue eyes.

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Highly visible to TREVOR, that is. He doesn't try to be spotted by the people that came to the island*

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: Sam loses sight of Trev as he disappears into the brush, and then is suddenly surprised to find him beside him in the darkness. "You weren't careful enough about not being watched."

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "Everything's gone to shit."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He whispers harshly* These people managed to get so far. I had to find you first. Angelia was kidnapped by leopard shifters. But she's free now. She lost the pendant. I don't know who the people following are, but I followed them here, not the other way around.

Singha: Uri snickers. "If he is, he's quite the marlin."

Carla: "Mmm." She looks around the ritual area slowly. "Where to now?"

Singha: Uri grins. "He fights desperately even when it's clear he's caught."

Singha: 8,3,4,3,6,10,5,

Singha: 8,7,6,7,1,8,4,9,

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: Trev nods to Sam, glancing up the trail. "So it's the kaffirs who've reached the island?"

Carla: She looks questioningly to Uri.

Singha: Jan shrugs. "He's had that name for many, many years. He always enjoyed watching Roosthorn work."

Singha: "And the others."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He shakes his head, whispers* Not the ones that took her, probably. Unless they had a small boat very handy by. They disappeared, probably to the spirit world, after one of them was eaten by Swirling Lotus. Might be another group. But it's a very small boat-thing. One person, or two.

Angelia Caponelli: Oh that dampens that and brings on a shiver recalling Krist... She sips the coffee and falls quiet watching the water slip past.

Singha: (That last was Jan)) Uri scowls to himself and yawns again, tasting the air. He calls out in Afrikaans, telling Trevor to surrender, and he'll be unharmed.

Angelia Caponelli: "Where are we going?" She finally asks, looking around to get some bearings.

Singha: Trevor snickers, apparently recognizing the voice. He gets a thoughtful look on his face and turns to Sam. "Tell them I sent you out to parley. And that I will not surrender, but I am refraining from killing them for tresspassing until I find out their purpose here."

Angelia Caponelli: (Kicks SIngha's pms)

Singha: Jan looks at Ang, then to the still unconscious Jer. "I'm going to carve you into little bitty pieces and make a hat out of your skin".

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He grunts, quiet voice* Do you know who they are? If they are lying, what keeps them from attacking me? This will associate you with me and remove that benefit we used to have, you know.

Carla: ((*Kicks Singha while he doesn't have his PM's to defend him*))

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "I know that voice. And I know that he cannot attack you, or me, or risk the wrath of the Hundred Blossoms. A wrath he and his will not survive."

Angelia Caponelli: "Human skin's terribly out of fashion Jan, besides I'm far too soft for hats... perhaps gloves?"

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Furrows his brow* That was more or less what I was thinking, too. Swirling Lotus said that spilling blood here would bring death to the offender. OK, I'll go for it. *He walks towards the direction of the voice*

Singha: "Or," he opines, "we can always go back to my car where I can turn the heater on and drive you to your house where you can put on some clothes."

Sam O'Shea: *The man that comes walking towards you looks like he could be a heavyweight boxer. Standing about 5'8'' tall, with a muscular body, he seems taller until he comes near . On top of a thick neck is a head that isn’t remarkably handsome. Short, red hair covers his head, over a broad forehead. His eyes are deeply set and a pale grey in colour, hooded under a strong brow. The nose is broad and short. His mouth is wide, and the casual observer would quickly note that his teeth seem disturbingly sharp, almost pointed, making his smile seem like a very threatening affair. He seems to be ready to fly off in a fit of fury at any time, compact muscles almost straining to walk normally rather than running, or hitting something. His voice has a hint of a harsh growl. When close or indoors, there seems to be a faint hint of fishlike smell near him*

Angelia Caponelli: "I would appreciate that Jan... A shame.. it was the dress Uri gave me too."

Singha: Carla and Uri are surrounded by the thick fog, which deadens noise, and they're not aware someone's approaching until the figure looms out of the fog.

Sam O'Shea: *Today he is wearing a short black jacket over a dark gray sweater and dark brown trousers. Dark brown leather shoes on his feet, a gray scarf around his neck. Black knitted gloves are on his hands*

Singha: Jan scowls. "Uri's an ass. And his clothing's over priced and over rated."

Carla: She blinks, somewhat startled, then mutters dryly in Afrikaans "My, Trevor, how you've changed."

Sam O'Shea: *He looks a good bit taller than he is in the fog*

Sam O'Shea: *He looks from Uri to Carla. Is Uri still in Sokto?*

Carla: She, on the other hand, is beautiful still, in spite of the akwardly-fitting wetsuit. With a white sword in one hand that has roses encrusted on the hilt and blade, the colours difficult in the murky fog.

Angelia Caponelli: She laughs lightly, "So were you only working the party to keep an eye out for Mister Dunne?"

Singha: Jan and Ang reach the dock at a house that seems somewhat familiar to Ang--the house on the bay that she and Freddy tracked, Malc and Karlos to. Jan docks the boat and helps Ang carry Jer to his car, getting some warm wool blankets and some sweat clothes for both of them out of the trunk.

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at the sword, seemingly more with curiousity than worry. Then looks at Uri*

Singha: Uri is indeed in Sokto, wearing a stylish wetsuit that seems tailored to this exotic, attractive form.

Carla: She regards Sam calmly now that she can see him, apparently not fazed by his scary appearance. But she lets Uri speak.

Sam O'Shea: *Doesn't seem worried about the peculiar appearance of the big man* You should be aware that you are currently trespassing. Unless you can prove that you are here with the blessing of the ones who hold this territory, you are not welcome. Mr. Dunne has no intention of surrendering on your word, as he is indeed a guest here. He has kept from hostile action so that you can explain what you want here.

Singha: Jan chuckles. "Trevor is far too crafty to show up to a function like that. I'm surprised he sent that lout to contact you. It's not his style. He must be very cocky, or very desperate."

Carla: She keeps her face bland.

Angelia Caponelli: She gladly pulls on the clothes and dresses Jer before climbing into the car. She glances around but doesn't outwardly show any familiarity with the place.

Sam O'Shea: *Unblinking, dull grey eyes keep staring at Uri*

Singha: "Mr. Dunne is in possession of a corpse that belongs to this woman." He indicates Carla. "We have come to claim it."

Carla: She can recognise a Shifter a mile away. They're the angry-looking ones that ignore you if they think you're human. Her lips quirk in a trace of a smile that she just can't help, but she rids herself of it once more.

Angelia Caponelli: "Lout?" She asks innocently as she looks around the car, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Sam O'Shea: *He furrows his brow* A corpse belonging to someone? Most corpses belong to the soil. What lead you here, and why have you chosen to not respect the territory of the Court by not going through proper channels with such a request?

Singha: Once they're in the car, Jan fires it up and drives them to Ang's, following her directions.

Carla: She glances to Uri.

Carla: 7,8,2,10,9,7,4,

Carla -> Singha: "This is a delaying tactic."

Singha: "We have permission from the Court to deliver our petition." Uri explains. "Those who trespassed earlier are not associated with us."

Singha: Jan shaks his head. "No, I don't smoke."

Sam O'Shea: *Dull stare* The other trespassers have been punished for spilling blood in the Court's territory. One has been destroyed. What proof do you have of this permission? What lead you to this island?

Singha -> Carla: "Perhaps. But where can he go? He is only protected here. If he leaves, he will be attacked by the Frenchies."

Carla: She calls out clearly "Trevor, stop this timewasting. I've brought what's needed for everything to work, but I won't deal with your talking Fish. Please show me some respect."

Singha: Uri again indicates Carla. "She has a ring that will prove her claim to the corpse. We will appear in whatever tribunal the Court requires to get our property returned to us."

Carla: "You know as well as I do that you're trapped here. So please stop hiding in the bushes."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a little, directing him back to the gated propery out in the suburbs, falling silent as she tries to work out a plan in her head.

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at her, but doesn't say anything. Just looks back at Uri to await an answer*

Sam O'Shea: *He narrows his eyes, looking at Uri* She does not seem very eager on courtesy. Return to the ritual clearing and await an answer there. *He makes a little turn and walks into the fog*

Singha: (They never left the ritual clearing))

Carla: "Yes. I forgot that speaking to one out of two people and ignoring the other was totally courteous..." She bristles, then closes her eyes.

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Urrr...Sorry. I misread it. Modify sentence as follows: "Remain here and await and answer"

Carla: She removes the glove of the wetsuit from her right hand and tucks it down her front, clasping the hilt tightly with her bare skin. She paces the circle, growling slightly.

Sam O'Shea: *On his way into the fog, he answers her* I spoke to the one making demands, as I was asked to. *Fades into the fog*

Carla: "Damn, another braincell and he'd be able to generate heat inside that head."

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Walks stealthily to where Trev is (if he finds him again)*

Singha: ((I need to head out in a few, to test gma's blood and get her some lunch))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Does that tend to take a long time? I can stay a while.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: "Tell them they have delivered their petition, and now the are to leave. We'll consider their request. If they remain, the Court will remove them from this territory."

Carla: ((I can't. My time's up.))

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *He grunts* The woman won't like it. She seemed quite driven. But if that's what you want.

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Was afraid so. But this might be over very soon.

Carla: ((Not when it takes half an hour to do blood tests and make lunch then another hour to have IC conversations.))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: We can do it before Singha leave. BIC: *After a little while, the man comes walking out of the fog to the clearing again*

Carla: ((I'd like to see this finished tonight, but the MOST I can stay is another 55 minutes))

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at them from close enough to be seen* Your petition has been presented. It will be considered. You can leave the island now.

Singha: Uri sniffs, then nods and turns to head back toward the dock.

Carla: She snarls loudly. "I will NOT leave here without him!"

Singha: ((we can wrap this part of the scene right now, just let me know whether Carla chooses to stay or go))

Sam O'Shea: *He looks quite deadpan, as if he expected such a reaction* I am afraid that there is nothing else I can tell you. The matter will be considered, and I imagine you will be contacted.

Sam O'Shea: OOC: I know it's tricky, but I'd love to get this scene over today too, since I might not be able to be online again before Sunday.

Carla: "I am waiting here. Do whatever you wish to, but I am not leaving."

Singha: Uri turns to regard her. "If the body leaves here, you will know it. If it remains, we know where it is." He looks to Sam. "And once the Court realizes what it is they are protecting, the will withdraw their protection,"

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at her* The Court is willing to take measures to have you removed. If you leave, however, you have the knowledge that the matter is being considered, and your claim will presumably be no less strong when they get back in touch with you.

Carla: "I'm not leaving," she repeats stubbornly.

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at Uri, then at Carla* Mr. Zenijzer might have a point.

Carla: "That he may. And I agree with him. But I am not leaving. If that's all you have to say, I wish you well, but you may cease talking to me now."

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at her* Please don't resist when you are removed. There is no reason for anyone to get injured in this matter. I do not percieve your interests to be as much at odds as they might seem.

Singha: ((okies, with that, then Carla stays and Uri leaves.))

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Sam will tell Trev what's up, and ask whether he wants him to stay or not*

Singha: ((And I need to head out for the day. I'll be around on Friday or Sunday.))

Carla: "I will not resist. But I will not leave here unless the Court themselves come to remove me." She settles down slowly, carefully, in the centre of the ritual clearing and rests the sword in her lap as she crosses her legs. "I have nothing more to say on the matter, and your attempts to bore me into leaving are failing abysmally."

Sam O'Shea: OOC. I'll be around on Sunday, but odds are that Sam might very well not be needed for the next development anyway. Later, Singha, Troo.

Singha -> Sam O'Shea: ((Trev will tell Sam thank you and ask him if he wouldn't mind bringing news of Uri's pettition to Cheung Li.))

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at her* It will be the Court's representatives that remove you. I am not going to do anything to take you away. Good luck. *He walks into the fog*

Singha: gotta go, bye

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Trusting that Trevor will know how to handle the woman, whom he seems to remember as being Malcolm's travel date to Africa, he will indeed do so. Is there anything else than the simple petition Cheung Li should know? Does Trevor want force to be applied to eject her?*

Sam O'Shea -> Singha: *Trusting that Trevor will know how to handle the woman, whom he seems to remember as being Malcolm's travel date to Africa, he will indeed do so. Is there anything else than the simple petition Cheung Li should know? Does Trevor want force to be applied to eject her?*

Carla: She settles down to meditate.