Log:Lead to a Riddle

2020/02/28 Riddle Night Marshal|Carpenter Grimm 1

Grimm is sitting on one of the side couches, listening to band Strike Out Right on the stage. It's one of the more moody songs playing currently. She leans back and drapes her arms over the backs of the couch. A half-drunk mai tai is on the small table before her.

Grimm is dressed for the more gothic mood for the night. She looks positively super...villainous? Or heroic. A shiny black latex catsuit with knee-high combat boots, and her makeup is darker than usual. It's not completely out of place, as there are a few others in such attire more more gothy, as well as people off the street wearing regular clothes.

Carpenter steps into the club. He had gotten a tip that Clarissa Davis, one of the people who broke out of the asylum recently, might be here. He looks a bit out of place, given how he's dressed. But at least he doesn't looks like say...a college professor.

It's dark and takes a moment to adjust to the lighting. There's a woman that looks very inebriated waiting near the entrance and checking her phone.

Carpenter sighs as he realizes the lighting in here isn't going to help him. "Wonderful." He starts to make his way through the crowd, being careful to not brush up against anyone. It wouldn't help the situation if anyone knew he was carrying a gun. The bouncer had just let him through due to the badge he flashed at the door.

The chaos of the club finds itself a distinct and worthy addition to its ranks of goers, of partiers, of slightly uncoordinators. A woman of black and white, which depending on the lighting can make her seem black and blue, black and red, black and green, or black and ultraviolet! "No pushing!" can be heard by those close enough to do the pushing, even though no pushing had occurred. Her clothing and general unkemptitude doesn't exactly suggest she is supposed to be in here, but she got past the bouncer somehow anyway.

A woman from the bar sees Carpenter stand out like a sore thumb. She waves Carpenter down. "Hey, are you a cop?" she asks loudly.

Being not too far from the call out, Gabrielle glances over and flashes a smile as she spots Carpenter.

Carpenter stops and heads to the bar where the woman is. He makes sure he gets a bit closer, so he doesn't have to shout. "I am." He flips open his badge, showing it to her.

"Yeah, I called you cuz this pushy woman looks like that nutjob from the news. The one that escaped? She's over there with my man," the woman, who has had a few drinks, points to another woman who is flirting with a man up against a wall. From what Carpenter has seen on reports, that woman doesn't resemble Clarissa Davis aside from hair color.

The no pushing declaration was apparently a lamenting, as the pushing does follow. It's a gentle enough nudge, for someone with low-meta strength, which of course has repercussions. A little confusion and a slight wave effect from the point of force which soon corrects itself.

Carpenter nods to the woman at the bar. It doesn't LOOK like Davis over there, but he can at least ask the woman what her name is. He heads over, definitely taking note of Riddle as well. He interrupts the woman who is flirting and shows his badge. "Pardon me. I just need a moment. Detective Carpenter, CBPD. Have you seen this woman?" He shows a picture of Davis. And he watches the reactions of the couple closely.

The interrupted flirting causes the couple to pull apart a bit after getting almost steamy. Both of them look at the photo and shake their heads. "No. Sorry," says the man. The woman hasn't a clue, either.

Grimm feels the shift in the wave of people and turns her attention to the disturbance in the crowd.

Carpenter nods and can tell up close that it isn't Davis. "Thanks for your time." He smiles slightly and heads away, through the crowd again. He hasn't spotted Grimm yet.

The disturbances. Plural. They happen more than once, from different spots on the floor. The black and white source gleefully creates waves, harmless but annoying to those so waved, and from above, the pattern is quite fascinating. Few spot that pattern. Security. The other black and white woman with mirrored markings from the first who happens to be floating at ceiling level...

Grimm stands up as she notices the increased disturbance. Her shadow sight senses the odd other woman at the ceiling level and looks up, seeing the mirrored markings. She narrows her eyes as she tries to sort out what's going on.

Carpenter notices the disturbances as well, and he lets out a long breath. This town has so many metas in it. It figures that there would be one or two here. So far there's nothing he needs to step in to deal with, so he keeps looking around the room for his quarry.

The pushy woman appears beside Grimm, staring at the crowd and wearing a similar expression. "Stink eye!" she declares abruptly. "But hairy too? A look of dirt? What does it tell you?"

(Clarification) The pushy black and white woman appears beside Grimm, staring at the crowd and wearing a similar expression. "Stink eye!" she declares abruptly. "But hairy too? A look of dirt? What does it tell you?"

A dark aura snaps up around Grimm as the woman teleports and tingles her demonic sense. "Demons. Why'd it have to be demons?" she mutters as she turns to face the woman appearing beside her.

Carpenter finally notices Grimm, as she's close to one of the people causing a bit of a ruckuss. He furrows his brow as he sees her, since she's dressed differently than normal. He walks over closer to see what's going on.

"Why not demons?" asks the black-and-white. "Are you of similar? Does the idea gnaw at the back of you? Greetings!" She proffers her hand. "One can find fun or frenzy here. Two can find a dance. Will you?"

Grimm is a tad suspicious, but she's been working on being better. Against her usual instincts, she offers to shake hands with the black and white woman. "I'm not a demon. I'm still human. But changed. Like you, I suspect."

Carpenter approaches from the side. "Everything okay here?" He looks from Grimm to the other woman and back.

"Alien!" The black-and-white declares. "Demon? Ridden? Dwelled? Dominated? Who is to say? You are!" She makes an effort to get Grimm to join her in dance without moving from the general spot, a smile provided for Carpenter. "Unsanctioned greetings for all! Which one are you?"

Grimm looks to Carpenter and smiles, then tries to keep it professional as she notices the work clothes. "I'm not sure. Maybe." She looks back to the black and white woman as she gets pulled into the dance. "Tainted. Corrupted. You can add those..."

Carpenter's eyes narrow at the banter from the unknown woman. He shows his badge. "Detective Jack Carpenter. CBPD." He puts his badge away again.

"No, Badger, you may call me Callie!" the black-and-white who is allegedly Callie suggests. "But then you may not." Her dance is completely informal, but quite active, and gentle. She has a fair amount of control over how she moves, supernaturally so.

Grimm isn't quite the dancer Callie is. At least in style and confused willingness. She looks back to the ceiling and the crowd. She thought there was two of them...

Carpenter blinks as he sees Callie. "Uh huh. Okay." He shows the picture of Clarissa to Callie and Grimm, "Have either of you seen her?"

"No, I haven't," Grimm answers after studying the photo. "What's her story?"

Carpenter nods, "Escaped from the Asylum in the chaos recently."

"If the one you seek is seen, what then?" Callie inquires, grinning still. "Captive, questions, or call for backup?" She lifts Grimm bodily as part of her impromptu dance and allows study of the photo. "Is the chaos here enough to attract like? Would more be needed?"

"Oh, I she was one of the ones who got out whe---nnn....??" Gabrielle gets lifted bodily while looking at the photo, a surprised look on her face.

Carpenter sighs. Oh good. Another meta that isn't terribly helpful. He knows Gabrielle can take care of herself. "I'm going to take that as a 'No, I haven't seen her.'"

The dance resumes around Carpenter, "Quick to make conclusions," judges Callie. "Neither of me will say she is seen, a mystery it must remain. The conclusion perhaps was correct! Would help in search be wanted? Unwanted? Frightening? Frustrating?" She dips Grimm, moving in as though to kiss, stopping short with a gaze into the eyes.

Grimm stares back with widened eyes as Callie comes in a bit too close for comfort while she's dipped back in her arms. Gabrielle vanishes with a swirl of darkness and appears closer to Carpenter, but in the same position. Which is awkward when you're not being held or supported anymore.

Carpenter is taken by surprise, but tries to catch Grimm as best he can, so she can maintain her balance.

Callie appears next to Grimm, also in same position, but now without Grimm in arms. "She abandons the ritual!" Stands upright. "A dance of curiosity, mystery, and questions. How many questions? Is help in search wanted? That, the Badger may answer."

Grimm is caught and surprised, now semi-dipped by Carpenter. She can't help but smile at this turn of events. She places a hand on his shoulder. "Well, way to catch a damsel," she says playfully as she rights herself to her feet with his help.

Carpenter sets Grimm back down on her feet. "I will catch you any day, if you're wearing that getup." He gives her a smile, and then looks to Callie, "No need to go out of your way. Just if you do see her, please let me know."

"Mmmm, oh? Well, maybe I should go out like this more often," Gabrielle smiles back once she's on her feet. She looks back to the strange Callie. "Now where's the other one who dresses like you. I thought I saw another," she says to Callie.

Callie offers her hand again to Grimm. "Dare you cance another, different dance? There is much fun potential. Poetry within motion." She glances upward. "My other? One can never be certain she is even real. Two however..."