[ SEMI-OPEN ] MEDIUM, LIVE!

[knightscode]

Date: 17th to 31st of October, inclusive!
Plot: Medium, Live!
Areas: Manchester for the pre-London show, then Greenwich




Worldwide phenomenon Sarah Silverton is coming to London. The British Born psychic, medium and all round lady of the supernatural is doing a special tour ending with a Halloween show in the enormous setting of the O2 arena.

She's booked out the placed, too, tickets are sold out. They weren't exactly cheap, either.

Silverton has plenty of critics, but nobody can deny that she does put on a good show. Some put it down to publicity stunts, but every time she takes over a stage there always seem to be mysterious problems. Lights flickering, sound problems, all sorts of spooky goings on while stage hands swear blind they didn't touch anything. There have even been some who quit because they couldn't take it any more, claiming members of Sarah's team must have been deliberating interfering to draw crowds.

It's no surprise, then, that the Night Council has taken any interest. With the reports of strange goings on escalating (including a falling piece of set in one show that caused injury to one unsuspecting audience member) they've launched a full investigation. While most believe Silverton to be a fraud simply putting together elaborate stunts to sell tickets, any chance that she's a real member of the community flagrantly breaking the Statute of Secrecy must be addressed. Lancelot is charged with putting together a team and investigating carefully. Sarah Silverton is a celebrity, and they can't risk drawing attention to themselves in the process or causing any kind of public scandal. They have just over two weeks until her live show in London, and a lot of work to get done....

[ ooc; Post for the medium, live! plot. Still time to sign up if you want! Spooky content likely, in the spirit of Halloween. ]

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[dirtyredneck]

Natasha was on the smaller side, Emily looked a little wider at the waist. Taller, though. "Should fit you," he answered back.

He reached up to loosen his tie like he was getting ready to go into his room - hopefully the actual occupants of the one the girl was cleaning weren't inside and Emily hadn't seen them before they left for the day.

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha nods. No need to over-complicate this. They were dealing with a psychic, not a foreign dignitary or a crime lord. She had plenty of money and some B-list celebrity status, but it wasn't as though she had a full security detail.

Posing as the hotel staff should be enough to get close.

She stays in step beside Daryl with the air that she belongs there, and they both belong in this hall, in the room that they're approaching, that they don't know or care about anything out of the ordinary.

It's a convincing act. No one's given them a second glance so far, and it doesn't change now.

[dirtyredneck]

He had his tied fully loosened and was flapping the collar of his jacket like he needed to stretch a bit when he walked into the room. A quick sniff said it had a male occupant sometime recently, but not within the last hour or so. Which meant that Emily likely hadn't seen the man.

A guess that was confirmed when she started at seeing them walk in and forced a polite smile while she brushed the sheets smooth on the bed, "I'm almost done here. I'll be out of your hair in a jiffy."

Daryl let out a soft grunt and glanced at Natasha. Then turned his back and headed for the bathroom. He'd let her deal with knocking the girl out and getting her out of uniform.

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha handles it—quickly, quietly, and as safely as was realistically possible. Emily doesn't even make a thud as she hits the ground. Then it's just a matter of getting her out of her uniform and getting herself in it.

The smock isn't a perfect fit, but it's approximately as flattering on her as on anyone else.

When Daryl comes back, he'll find the vampire pulling strands of her wig loose, mimicking the harried look of the hotel staff.

[dirtyredneck]

He gives her time to take care of all that before coming back. Just a minute or two. Enough for the deed to get done and her changing to happen. But not long enough for anyone to causally interrupt them. He was still dressed as he needed to be.

"You want me to put her anywhere?" The question was laced with uncertainty because Daryl wasn't used to this kind of infiltration. He understood it, of course, but it wasn't his personal M.O. Mostly cause he normally worked alone. Better to ask now before he was in a state he couldn't talk in.

[outstandingbalance]

"Gag her and throw her in the bathtub," Natasha says. The room's actual occupants would be back at some point. Hard to say just when, but better to let the girl be found when they did than put her somewhere she wouldn't be found until morning. "If you want to throw the bathrobe on her, so she doesn't freeze in there? No reason to make this less comfortable than it has to be."

Which is still pretty uncomfortable, but it could always be worse.