CHANGELING LOST VEGAS:
POST-PROLOGUE INTERLUDES
As the
meal began to wrap up, two Changelings arrived at the buffet- clearly Simon’s
people. The woman came in first, looking across the restaurant. When she saw
the group she startled and the light shifted as she spent glamour to raise her Mask.
A moment ago she’d been a snake-woman, now she appeared as a tall Japanese female, buff and cut. The
changeling behind her had no such compunctions about his appearance, a tall and
wide pig-headed Ogre who gestured to Simon to speak with him. The woman came
and sat at the table, resisting conversation as she waited- trying to assess
the group.
Doc Porcelain |
Thorn
Haven proved to be a former YWCA. The three story brick building had a gate and
a courtyard with a wall high enough to keep the casual passerby from looking
in. Kappachani led them into the lobby where another changeling waited. He
introduced himself as Terrible Job. It was difficult to
say exactly what he was, but the group would come to note that each day he
seemed to have a new injury, with the old one healed: a bandaged eye, broken
arm, missing ear. He shook his head a little as he took in the five new
arrivals.
“I
should have known I wouldn’t get Christmas Eve off.” He stopped as Kappachani
glared at him. “No, no problem. We’ll go through the starter orientation
tomorrow. You’ll need to get adjusted.”
“Here’s
how this works. There are no locks in this building, except for the outside
doors, to keep anyone from just walking in. But everything’s exit-able. You’re
not trapped here. You’ll each get a room and there are showers on each floor.
We have a kitchen, a TV room, a small gym, and even a little half-pool.
Kappachani and I will be staying here with you. We’ll give you a couple of days
to settle down…”
He
paused. “That was hard for me, for everyone at first. Taking in the
changes…you’ll have trouble sleeping for a while, probably. And you’ll want to
watch what you eat until you come down from the rush of your escape…”
“Too
late for that,” Kappachani interjected.
“Ah,
OK. Well if you get sick we can call the Doc.” He gestured to the building.
“You’ll likely want to walk around, check the building out, find a place of
your own to crash or crash together in the common room. We have clothing,
blankets, all the basics. If there’s something you need Kappa or I will go out
and get it for you.”
“We’re
kind of stuck together for the next few weeks. That’s because new and unready
changelings can be a danger to themselves, to others, to the community of
Changelings. And because bad Changelings sometimes show up posing as new
escapees. But that’s something we can talk about later. Kappa and I will give
you our take on it…which may differ.”
“Duty
rotates at Thorn Haven, but when there’s an intake those changelings on call
help out and agree to stay for a while. Sometimes that means just hanging in
the empty place for a week. And sometimes we get new arrivals like yourselves.
But it isn’t bad- the Courts give us pocket money and expenses, cover meals and
once you guys get settled we can go on some paid day trips…”
There
were questions from the group still, and answers, and the inevitable food coma
and sugar burnout. And the group, each in their particular way, found a place
to sleep and feel a little secure.
The
first dreams were the worst. Nameless heard the clicking sounds as they checked
and rechecked the chains; Amber saw the lights and knew the next cuttings would
be soon; Andi watched as the stars winked out one by one; Syd heard the slow
razor rub of the film cutter coming down again and again; and Morosa listened
to the babble until she realized her tongue had been stolen…
THE NEXT SEVERAL WEEKS
ARE TAKEN UP WITH SIT-DOWNS, TV WATCHING, DINNERS, SHORT TRIPS FOR
SIGHT-SEEING, VISITS FROM SIMON, AND VARIOUS & SUNDRY ACCLIMATIONS.
The
discussions cover many of the basics of Changeling existence - the nature of
the Mask, harvesting glamour, the Seemings, bad Changelings, and so on. But
they also cover mundane considerations of identity, getting around, current
events, and so on. You can chose to have your character operate knowing those
things- or with blank spots representing sections where they zoned out or were
distracted. Up to you how you want to balance that.
TERRIBLE JOB TALKS OF THE
COURTS
“The
four Seasonal Courts help keep things together. Together they form the Freehold
and offer some protections- material and magical. It means that They have to work through more
obstacles to find us. Each Court, you know, has duties and a theme, but it can
vary depending on who’s in charge. There’s a balance of power. In the case of
Las Vegas, you’ve got two greater courts and two not-so-great. They take turns
in power- or at least the time when they hold the most responsibility for
decisions. Obviously the greater courts hold that for a little longer…
You’ve
already met the Prince of the Winter Court, Simon Maggots. He’s a Darkling
Stalwart, he’s easygoing. But he has a small Court, I think five or six people
total including him. They’re “in charge” from early December to late January,
but those dates keep shrinking. Some people regard his rule as ceremonial and
Simon’s never made a big deal of that. On the other hand, the other low Court,
Summer, remains a little pissed that they’ve lost ground in gambles and ritual
to the other two. They’re aggressive, but haven’t had the strength to carry
that out in years- despite being mostly Ogres and Beasts. Part of that comes
from Summerlin…
…see
there’s another Freehold up in North Vegas, Summerlin. It’s a planned community
built on land Hughes left behind. That in itself ought to be a warning. But it’s
a planned and gated set of communities put together over the last couple of
decades. Anyway the Freehold up there is exclusively run by their Summer Court and
they have a dangerous weirdo in charge who scares lots of Changelings. They
stole a bunch of magical power from the Summer guys around here- leaving them trailing
behind for the last six or seven years. Lean-and-Hungry-Mike runs the Summer
Court here. She lets other people look obviously dangerous, but she’s just as
tough.
But
the two big hitters here are Spring and Autumn; they split eight months plus
between them. They call Spring Court the Court of Gambles. That’s a little
ironic in that they manage it more like a business than anything else. That’s
run by Beckoncall, a Fairest. His opposite number, his big rival, is Shark
Fingered Princess who leads the Autumn Court. Around here people
sometimes call that the Court of Debts. She’s a Wizened Gameplayer, but looks
like a Fairest. She’s old-school Vegas and classically Courtly, with style and
presentation- putting on a show when she has to.”
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