The Castle: Casting Call – Session Notes – 23 May 2020

The Castle: Casting Call – Session Notes – 23 May 2020

16 June, 2025 – Dubai, U.A.E. The battle continues. Seamus engages a small group of soldiers, Cole as a werewolf draws fire, and John suppresses snipers on the nearby rooftops. Jamie, Hugo, and Daphne pop back into the world of the living behind the police lines, and Daphne opens way out of the roadblock by hotwiring one of the patrol cars and crashing it into another under covering fire from Hugo. Mike uses his ability for suggestion to great effect, causing one enemy to fire on his compatriots and another to drive one of the APCs up to the door of the building. The party piles into the APC and races out of the neighborhood, pursued in the air and on the ground.

The Castle: Casting Call – Session Notes – 9 May 2020

The Castle: Casting Call – Session Notes – 9 May 2020

16-17 June, 2025 – Dubai, U.A.E. The party discusses their plan for getting to the container ship. Emily finds several large fishing yachts available at a local tourist marina that seem like prime targets. John tells the party that no matter what happens, they can’t lead pursuers to the container ship itself, so they’ll need to make sure they can’t be traced to it by the time they intercept (otherwise they’d be “floating ducks” as Jamie puts it, out on the water for a month). Emily uses one of the phones and her senses to find the tracking devices just under the skin in everyone’s shoulders. Emma uses the mobile surgical kit to extract the tracking devices from everyone, discovering that John’s is...

Prelude: Mike

Prelude: Mike

Mike: Mary called you up to the front office.  The store had been closed for a few hours, she was probably just closing the books.  You park the pallet of Twinkies and Ho-Hos and take the long walk through the dimly-lit aisles with a growing sense of dread.  You hop up the narrow set of stairs behind the not-quite-Starbucks and duck into the small front-of-house manager’s office. Her panties hit you in the face a second before the rest of her does, pressing you against the wall and clawing at your clothes. Shit, not Mary.  Not another boss. She was pretty in a tired, grocery-store-manager sort of way, somewhere around middle age, and judging by her ring tearing into your right hip, married.  That was good.  The older ones know what...