Snow: ((What else hjave you all been looking up or researching to try and track this guy?))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She sits back from the computer she's brought in from the Bitchmobile some time ago after her latest run, rubbing irritably at her eyes. "You know, this whole computer thing is a hell of a lot easier in the movies. They just run some super-cracking program, type a few passwords in, and BAM! All their problems are solved."

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn, when asked, has been keeping closer contact with her manager and a few others to keep a finger on the fashion world pulse. Namely, to catch wind of people disappearing, horrible gossip, etc. If Reyna drops the hint of suspecting a plastic surgeon, she can ask her manager for some recommended names - not that she wants anything right -now-, but maybe some day, it'd be nice to have -real- boobs. Right. Uh-huh. She has asked Tony to let her know about the situation from the police side of things if he can - she's been understandably nervous, and staying at his place more often than her own. She's...calmer, there. Again, if she's aware of the plastic surgeon thing, her research will probably be more mundane but helpful - talking it out with other women, especially among the modelling community and friends of her parents - people who might drop some names that may or may not match up, but probably fall under the public scrutiny of the yellow book pages - ideally, the suspect is probably dealing with models already. Hell, if the previous victims have had work done, just finding out who did it could be a huge help, and Ash is certainly better in that position.

Ashlyn Reale: "Don't they also know what they're looking for?" she sighs, smoothing a folded fleece blanket over the back of the couch, and folding it over itself again. Really, this pale green thing is going right back into the closet.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Reyna has also contacted her ally, the beat cop that she "works" for in his Security business, to keep her in the loop. She's using her Street influence to see who's dealing the drug used on Corin, and who's buying it. It's not a common drug, after all.

Snow: As Reyna knows there is a little over 3100 listing for cosmetic surgons and plastic surgons.

Snow: Ashlyn get's a list of "prefered names" from her agent, consisting of the top 10 surgons in the city. Tony, that lovely fiance of her's has told her all that he can up to this point on what is going on with that, especially since it is an open investigation still. Reyna roll me a charisma Streetwise, to get information out of her contacts.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Activating Persuasion for when she goes a-lookin'.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Persuasion: 7,3,5,8,7,4,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Charisma+Streetwise: 8,6,7,6,2,5,

Ashlyn Reale: (( *cheers* ))

Ashlyn Reale: Tony, much appreciated as he is, seems to placate his wife-to-be with that effort, which she keeps pretty quiet about as far as named sources go. Ash retrieves the list of the ten doodled names from its place stuck on the fridge and returns to Reyna, offering this out to help with the online search, or something.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, I guess so. Of course, their computers usually look a lot cooler then mine, and they...y'know. Know what they're doing, and all that shi-at."

Snow -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Reyna get a fantastic lead, from her contact, he heard word that, that particular drug was being openly sold more over the state lines in Jersey. He knows a guy whop knows a guy, but she got the name of the guy. Enrico Juarez. He has been known to specially manufacture the stuff for certain scenes, BD/SM type stuff. When she goes and tracks him down, oh yeah he sells some of it, has a few "regulars" he is mostly interested in knowing if she wants to take some orders from him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks up at Ashlyn, smiling a bit as she takes the list from her, looking it over for some specific information. "Any of these slice-n-dicers in Jersey?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Well, can this get you anything?" Standing aside, to Reyna's right and peering at the computer somewhat blankly. "You know, if Anne were still here, we'd know who it is already. They'd probably be directly after her and, you know, trying to kill her.. but I bet we'd know."

Ashlyn Reale: "Oh. I got the names, uhm... there are a few numbers I have copied around here somewhere, and we could try judging by area code? And if not, well, anybody reasonably successful has a web site now, right?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Maybe..." she continues haltingly, long hands on slim hips, "..Could you pull up a map? An overview of Battery? There's been four - maybe there's a pattern we could connect, or something. If somebody can be a doctor, they have to be smart. That's what fucked up psycho killers are really about, right? Being better than the people they're butchering? I swear to god if this is a re-do of Nip Tuck..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I already did a check-out of all the clinics around Battery...sure, though." She goies in and pulls up a map of the Battery area.

Ashlyn Reale: "Oh, right." Pulled in several directions at once rather all of a sudden, she swings her pale eyes back to Reyna, brows furrowing. "Nobody in Jersey - they're all in the city, more or less. But still. There's been one every season, and he's coming up close on the one year anniversary. Numbers..shit, where's my brain? They're there, either right below or on the other side."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hmmm." She frowns a little, and opens up a new browser. "Read off the names...gonna see if they have pictures on their firm's websites. I have someone why may be able to help."

Snow: Throught, Ashlyn picking up and looking back through the news articles, she knows where each of the 4 were located. But there is no rhyme or reason to it no real pattern, maybe those locations were clear of people at the time, only the killer reaslly knows that one.

Ashlyn Reale: She leans in to see the image of Battery, placing... with a flinch of her eyes, she looks away again, straightening and catching up the paper again. "Explain? Who's the someone?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A dealer who sells the shit Doctor Demento is giving the models."

Snow: When Reyna looks up each Doctor in turn, some of these guys look like they have had some work done themselves, and why not to look good for those they practice on. Not even their collegues look like the guy either.

Ashlyn Reale: "Why the -hell- would anybody..." She blows out a sigh, and runs a hand over her hair while listing off the first name for Reyna - spelling and all.

Snow: ((Guys roll me an intelligence roll))

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Intelligence: 1,5,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Intelligence: 1,10,8,5,

Snow: ((*Hugs the Ashlyn*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Specialty: Bright: 2,

Ashlyn Reale: "Hmm?" She perks now, edging to stand behind Reyna and watch over her shoulder. "Why wouldn't they just use the easy ones everybody knows about? They -have- to be cheaper and easier than this stuff. And seriously, I kid you not, Delia was -covered- with the stuff. Dusted."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "That residue wasn't the date rape drug, Ashlyn. Corin's white stuff was cocaine, and I'm thinking Delia was a second killer." She says it as she types...the good old hunt and peck method, none too fast.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((was hit by a second killer))

Ashlyn Reale: "A second killer? ...How many people do you think are in on this actively?" Uneasily asked now, shifting in place.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Probably just the two. I sure as fuck hope so. We get one, it can lead us to the second, I'm hoping." She hits several 'Submits' and looks over her shoulder to Ashlyn, smiling a bit. "Easy, there, hottie hon. Our little gang is on the trail. We can make Joshua be Scooby-Doo."

Snow: There on the screen pops up several random things about Models and Malpractice that has nothing to do with all three items listed. But one of them calls out to Reyna, and as she looks at the article And ashlyn over her shoulder can read.

"Hot young Surgeon Files Bankruptcy." Simon Gerard, 30 had filed fo4r bankruptcy and has closed down his practice due to the untimely deaths of 3 of his clients each reulted in them dieing on the table durring simple procedures. Malpractice claims totalling 10 have ensued from this. Three of them from the families of the deceased, the other 7 are from a variety of people including designer model Corin Rawlins, Summer Green, and 5 others (whose names are listed). They are citing damages done from botched work, as well as other things."

Ashlyn Reale: "He never was one to let me get near him with a collar," she remarks softly, flatly. A glance to Reyna, and she smirks briefly before looking steadily back to the screen. "Try your luck. You can take it."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahh, shouldn't be too tough. Just gotta trick him into wearing it. Maybe something during a moment of passion." She grins and looks back at the screen...and then grins wider. "Urethra! We've found it!"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She hits the "Print" button on that article, and then goes back to all the main pages of the search ingines and the Times, searching for a picture.

Snow: Oh yes and the article was written about 8 monbths ago.

Snow: ((One more intel Computers))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Int+Computers (WP): 2,3,1,8,4,

Ashlyn Reale: Her hands join in front of her belly, right thumb brushing over the shining band of her wedding ring, and brushing up against the edge of the expensive rock locked into it. Shiny. Happy. Expensive. Glittering. Calm. She nods slowly, lips pursing. "Do you think he's going after the people that have filed complaints?"

Snow: Reyna does indeed find one it takes her some time of finding it, and it looks like it is 3 years old. But, that is the one they have been looking for. The picture is beside an article that is headlined. "Rising star amoing stars." subtitle. "New hot young Surgeon to the stars opens new practice in Jersey." It reads further down on a skim. "This is a place for those in the public eye to get out of the public eye and relax durring their time after surgery."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Makes sense to me." She nods, waiting for the computer to load up the search results. "And maybe it's moving on from there. Maybe they weren't accidental deaths on the table. Who knows?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oooh, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo...Simon says, 'Simon...you're a seeek leeettel moankee." She grins wildly, and hits Print on that one, too. "And we got your seeek leeettel moankee ass now, fucker."

Ashlyn Reale: "Who wrote the article, I wonder? ...Oh. Articles, I mean." Not really sure it matters, but hey, best to know somebody who can give an unflattering spin on this guy...

Ashlyn Reale: "Wait." Her thumb presses down on the jewel locked into her ring, wavering the metal on her finger. "What -exactly- are we planning now? I mean... it's not unreasonable to go out and pay a visit to the clinic - he'd make time, I'm sure, but what about having our names on the books? What about... oh, good christ we can -not- bring Josh. He'd go crazy in the car on the way. I mean," she starts again nervously, moving back to Reyna's side again and watching her intently, "okay. Basic thing, if we're going together and not leaving this to authorities. Assuming we can't count on any were - garou for this, what with being so -busy- and all, do the two of us just make me an appointment for a consulation and never let them out of it alive? What?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Dunno. Check the printouts...think they're on there." She leans back in her chair, staring at the picture on the screen with a manic smile. "You're gonna be a fun one, Sime. Payback's a fuckin' bitch." She shakes her head to Ashlyn. "He delcared bankruptcy, Ash. Ain't no clinic for him to operate out of. I do, however, have a plan." She points at the names of the other five models. "Can you get me pictures of any of these looovely little ladies?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Mmph..." A thoughtful sound as she picks up the printouts, looking at the names with a vague frown. "Before or after their untimely end?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I'm assuming, or hoping at least, that these other five, who aren't Summer or Corin, aren't...wait. Never fuckin' mind." She grins a little bit. "Check this shit out." She focuses a little bit, willing a change.

Ashlyn Reale: "The part about them being alive but flawed, or something else?" She's still looking at the paper, the names.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Manip+Expression: 6,9,3,5,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And all of a sudden, Corin Rawlins is sitting in the computer chair, wearing Reyna's clothes. Probably a bit baggy on her. "Bwa. Ha. And ha, too." Creepy, she even has Corin's voice.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn yelp, sharp, loud, and startled as hell. The papers are crumpled a bit as she clutches them in her hands, backing up several wide-eyed steps. "WHAT THE FUCK! Rey! FUCKING WHAT THE FUCK!"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She jumps at Ashlyn's yell, falling damn near out of her chair. "Whoa, whoa!" The chair is wheeled around, to face Ashlyn, hands up in a 'hold on' gesture with palms out. "Ash...it's Reyna. Just one o' my Gifts from Coyote." She lets the image shimmer away, replaced with her true look. The look on her face is calm, concerned. "Sorry, hon...didn't mean to scare you."

Ashlyn Reale: "Jesus, fucking..! Ge-ah!" Less than articulate, the papers snap with a sharp flapping of her hands, and are discarded onto the floor, hands rising to press palms on her jaw, fingers on her cheeks. She frowns at Reyna, but, with explaination and understanding now, only mutters now that her wits return, "Warn me next time, will you? Christ. They don't teach 'how to pull some David Copperfield shit' in class these days - least of all thanks to Coyote. Just... okay. Okay. Sorry I freaked. I'm okay. You okay?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, I'm okay." She nods a little, a little grin returning. "I did say, 'check this shit out,' mind you. I mean, sure I could have clarified, but...hey, then it's no fun." She's teasing, of course. The woman leans back in her chair, looking at Ashlyn. "So anyway...you get the gist of the plan now?"

Ashlyn Reale: "You're the one-woman show - bait, alibi, and weapon until stated otherwise?" She's a model, not a complete idiot - and she seems to trust Reyna's perfectly competant, after all. Her head tilts to that, hands lowering again. "He'll have to be at least as surprised as I was."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, if you want to lend a hand iun bringing Doc Simon down, I won't complain. And yes, for the record, we have officially hit the 'we tell Joshua nothing of this.' The poor man's excitable enough without knowing that you and I are putting ourselves in harm's way. 'sides, much as I love him, he'll cramp our style." She winks to her.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Besides, the boy owes me a body. Here's my chance to collect."

Ashlyn Reale: "If by 'cramp our style' you mean 'possibly gnaw our faces off by accident'? I'm very with you leaving him here for his own sake as well as ours. You'd better believe I want to see him suffer. Just...Well...what can I -do-?" A pause, followed by puzzled blinks. "A..body? He owes you a body? Dare I -ask-?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Someone among the nation did something very...naughty to someone I like. SOmething very naughty and very enraging. Joshua and I were both gonna take him down, and we had a deal. Just so happened Joshua and his pack leader found him while I was on the way home from an impromptu trip to Cairo. So he owes me a body." She shrugs. "As to what you can do...I can think of several things. Not the least of which would be the fact that you know where Corin would go...I only know of the one hot-spot. And I doubt the girl had a habit of partying alone. I need someone to lend me an air of credibility in the Corin-suit."

Ashlyn Reale: "Alright, but it can't be her usual friends. If we don't go to the usual place, let's hold off for the weekend, and go out together. We party. Sure." She's getting that thinking look again. That stressing, puzzling thinking look. "Alright. I'll find something to wear to keep me from touching anybody, if at all possible. Who do we bring to keep -us- safe, though? Not Josh. I don't want Tony mixed up in this. Not like this. Not Laidan. Not Tommy. Where's a white knight when you need one?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, personally, I have my own White Night. His name is Harry." She grins widely.

Ashlyn Reale: "...Right. You go on with your bad, pod person self." Noted with a bit of a smirk. She sighs anew, and gathers the papers from the floor. "I'll get on the scene circuit thing. Hell, I could always ask Corin herself. ...Anyway. I can get back to you probably by tomorrow evening. Sound good?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I love it when a plan comes together." She nods and stands up, chuckling. She stretches a little, then hmmms. "Can you ask her what her size was, too? Gonna have to go shopping for something that'll fit in my new skin...and something Corin-ish."

Ashlyn Reale: "I'm going to be getting rid of a lot of my old stuff anyway, I think. Most of the important stuff is set aside to be packed up - go through my room if you want, see if there's anything easy on hand," she offers with a shrug.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Cool, sounds like a pla--" She pauses, and frowns a moment. "Wait. Packed up?"

Snow: ((*Hugs you both* Hope my part was informative *EG* have fun with the rest of the scene you two.))

Ashlyn Reale: (( *snuggy!* If I can't be around for tomorrow, assume she's caught up/late/seperated in the crowd? ))

Ashlyn Reale: "Yeah," she replies easily, airily. "Didn't he tell you?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Eyes narrow slightly. "No...no, he didn't. What was he supposed to tell me?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Oh." She gives pause now, turning to set the papers onto the coffee table. "I could've sworn I'd told him about it earlier." ...And now, the point? Her empty hands brush together, soft and dry. "I'm not staying here. Not for much longer."

Ashlyn Reale: Funny, really, how simple that is. How it just comes out, just a few words. As if leaving forever from the shared apartment were really no big deal, because you know, all adults do it eventually.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She blinks a moment, but then nods. "Moving in with Tony?" Her head cocks to the side, watching Ashlyn curiously. And somewhere in the back of her mind, plans are in motion to deal with the one who forgot to tell her this minor tidbit. The male one.

Ashlyn Reale: "Or something," she nods, and smooths herself over - hair, clothes. Nitpicking neatness, a quiet need to look good even if nobody's there to judge or see. "And on that note, I should probably head out. Really no mood to pack, you know? Anyway.. I'll see you tomorrow, barring catastrophe."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "All right, hon." She nods a bit. "Be careful...I'll see you tomorrow."