Fastball o/` The Way o/`

[Brian]

It is now January 19th, January, and it's about 12:00 PM.

Everyone is currently in the house at Ripon, using the time to wind down, clean up, and practice their various skills.

[Dracos]

Dracos packed up the car, making sure that excess weaponry and clothing (protective and otherwise) had first dibs on the trunk, then storing the preservable foods they'd gotten earlier.

"Anything else we need to get packed in before we go, guys?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"I'm carrying more than I brought, so I think I'm good.  Did you tank up?"

[Brian]

Ginrai replies that A: he filled the tank last night, and B: shotgun.

[Bjorn]

"Fine by me, I got short legs.  Are we ready to go, then?"

[Dracos]

Dracos gets in the driver seat.  "looks like it."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez makes sure the armour and uplink are stashed safely in the trunk.

"Looks fine to me.  How far's Drake's point from here, anyway?"

[Dracos]

"We'll be there before dinner.  Four hours at most.  Buckle up folks.  This van rides on hatewaves."

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"It runs on gas, in fact.  Now turn it on and drive."

[Rezantis]

Rez gets in the damn car!

"Fun fun fun.  Now, who wants some oracle-dispensed information, boys and girls?  Not that there's much of it, but hey."

[Bjorn]

"Every bit helps.  Especially now that it's almost too late."

[Dracos]

"You got the blather."

After everyone including the apparently unconscious Huitz, gets in the car, Dracos gets a driving, emphasis being on putting distance between them and the house and ending the distance between them and Drake's point while Rez talks.

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"Easy, easy, hands off, Dr. Touchy McFeelerton. I can get myself into a fucking car.

"You were saying something about an oracle?"

[Rezantis]

Rez tosses Unseen a mobile phone.

"Phone, secure as far as I know, if it starts beeping you're being tracked so turn it off.  Our numbers are programmed into it already . . .  and yeah, the Oracle of Delphi.  She's obnoxious.  And sorry, Bjorn, but cracking top secret databases isn't the most timely way to get answers.  First things first, she says this meeting should go fine, being that she's seen ahead and it's all 'groovy'.  Yes, she said that."

Rez hums.

"Apart from that, a few things, not that many of which are really relevant.  Ezmereth is, well, a Greek titan.  Not really trustworthy, not really untrustworthy, usually just doesn't give a damn.  If I had to take a wild guess he's unlikely to be working with the Seventh Cabal because they had him imprisoned in the workshop for a while.  Victor is apparently one of the big nasties that was held in the workshop, and has an aversion to sunlight . . . go figure.  He was also immune to Taylor's mind control, apparently.  Jessica Taylor was . . . born in Ohio, 'recruited' at around 17, and her main talent was mind control.  When someone called the 'Wanderer' broke into the workshop and took Ezmereth - incidentally, this event caused Ashnod and Megan to be listed as 'destabilized and hostile' and Bridgett as 'fugued' in workshop files - he also took the piece of her mind that let her control other people, and apparently because of it she's a little . . . unstable.  As it is, she's a telepath and can go into the dream world at will, apparently."

[Bjorn]

"I see."  Bjorn leans back, and closes his eyes to ponder.  "So a vampire is taking us to meet a Titan.  And the vampire knows the Titan.   What's more is, when the... Wandered freed Ezmereth, he tried to break Victor out, too.  Did the Oracle tell you that? I'm guessing it was Taylor who stopped him.

"Too many games goin' on here."