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Ghost's Diary (10/2/16)

Dear Diary,

  • Man, Pax got whacked! Well, not whacked like whacked but whacked like a whacked–a-mole. Hmm, how many moles could a whack-a-mole whack if a whack-a-mole could whack moles? Diary, remind me to ask Hades that next time I see him, he seems like your typical Chuck E. Cheese skee-ball and whack-a-mole guy. Oh ya, Paxie-poo showed up and tried to interrupt Dominka’s magic show. Shoot, you know how much I paid for that ticket? Well, I know I stole the ticket but that is beside the point.
  • Nick Fury, your favorite underpaid FBI agent convinced the ladies, Chesa and Dominika that the mysterious box was safer with the proper authorities that in their vault. Or better than they would have been if not for Chesa persuading Maelstrom to give the box up. I guess his kryptonite is a smile and big ta-tas. Even with him stammering, I had the ladies going along with the plan, except the singer asked Mael to shut off his portal. Hades was in Columbia pulling the box through when he was forced onto the stage with us. Everyone thinks just because Hades looks like a bringer of death and has less social skills than Mr. Krabs from Sponge Bob Square Pants that he can’t charm the ladies.


  • However, before he had the chance to recite Romeo and Juliette, Elizabeth walked out from a tear (warp portal). Seems like my BFF is back down in Rapture trying to straighten things out. She looked very distraught, I have seen her that way a few times before and it never meant good for anyone. Normally when she reaches that point, the time line starts to shred or implode. After Rachel’s earlier betrayal this week, Maelstrom was able to track the twins to Rapture. It seems things are worse than we thought and we need to hurry back to our original path before this time line shuts down like the last one. El helped things along and Maelstrom got the box back to Columbia where he later was able to work his engineering magic and make a duplicate. I will have to ask him why he did that later.
  • Paxus showed up and tried to stop the magic show, demanding we give him the box. Maelstrom gave him a dose of snarky attitude and Hades added his own batch of momma jokes to the show. I had the crowd chanting ‘we won’t go, we want a show” and Pax was ready to explode. He was angrier than a dragon trying to blow out birthday candles. We were going to have one heck of a show until Pax spoke with someone on the phone and made a cheap knock-off apology. Dominika shouted “the show must go on” and put on an awesome display. Although, no matter how loud I kept yelling “pick me” she kept picking someone else. Just wait until my magic kit comes in the mail, I know who I’m not going to pick.


  • After the show, Pax got whacked outside the convention center by some big burly guy in blue overalls. I thought Pax’s head was indestructible but the other man had a huge wrench made of the Nth metal stuff. I didn’t care much since Pax was overdue for an ass whooping until blue boy proclaimed himself Atlas. He started bragging that he had killed an Elizabeth from another time line. I almost lost my cool and used Maelstrom’s super kill-anyone gun—you know, the one he killed Daisy with. I’m not much of a killer so I teleported him to Hade’s containment center underneath the Goodtime club instead. It wasn’t too hard since Maelstrom already hit him with a bus and Hades tried to drown him somehow.

See, I told you they were nice guys. Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou ,Romeo!

"mysteries of the Metaphysical: Rapture
a film shown at the beginning of Wizard World's "Its a kind of Magic" convention


  • On the stage steps, the speaker for tonight’s film, Lord Chaz. "Good evening. Normally I am called up here to talk about ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and other things Gothic. New Orleans has had centuries to generate such myths, and the full truth will never be known, though I will say that the next person that asks if Vampires “sparkle” may get some of my claws. Originally, famed Magician Azarchel was to have made this presentation, but sadly, he is rather,..indisposed, and I doubt it is for any spiritual reason, unless you count the Absinthe.

(the crowd laughs)

  • So they asked me to do the intro to this next piece, about the myth of two cities named ‘the Rapture .’ I did get to read one of the books that they locked in the vault, and I tell you, ol Rosalind Lutcece could cook a yarn up. I am not supposed to give hints, but then again, they were supposed to have Azarchel give this lecture. Shit happens, folks. I can tell you that much of the story will be familiar to those who have read the incomplete snippets, and from the cosplay I see, I know there are many fans of those tales.
  • Now, again, this is not my normal bag, although I will be the first to say that if you try to break into Jazzland you might get the sort of horror experience only New Orleans can offer; though, be prepared to have it be your last. However, this myth of New Orleans has gotten attention for two reasons: one, because a certain guest of honor, and founder of the UN project utopia project, mentioned it. It is a little odd for someone to claim ancient novas when the stance of the UN is that there were none before 2008—not that some of us who have been in New Orleans for a very LONG time would have any interest in that. Bring your popcorn and fasten your seat belts for that one, kids. Also, the Teragen, those would be Magnetos, are in complete disarray because of the actions of someone who they claim is Rosalind Lutece, who offered their convention in Paris a black mass, with the living sacrament of the mutagenic wine ( Vigor or Adam ), the holy grail that would make humans into Novas, and Novas into GODS! The good people of Paris are still cleaning up that mess, especially as there were more catacombs found.
  • I will admit, the monsters described in these books can go toe to toe with others, especially as they represent both Religious revival, and Ayn Rand weirdness… a city of religious saints—who were also neo-confederate bigots—hovering in the air, falls, and is replaced by a city of sin beneath the sea. A city that Mr. Mercer claims to have founded. Tales of Thanatos, a soldier made of death itself. The child warriors both these places developed, the “”/wikis/little-sisters" class=“wiki-page-link”> Little Sisters" that supposedly harvest the very life-force, the quantum from enemies. Oddly, these little girls were described in Paris, where the Teragen had their fall, seen draining Divis Mal to a weakened husk…

(The crowd gets silent…. There were rumors about who took Mal out)

  • Columbia’s counterpart, the Boys of Silence, beings that were surgically made to be stuck in between dimensions, and use their state to literally tear people apart . And, of course, their leader, who starts off innocent like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, but becomes doomed to be the one that drowns dimensions in her rage, The Lamb, The Siren, The Specimen, Elizabeth.
  • Yes, I see this whole troop of cosplayers in the front row, the cute girl, the one in the blue jacket, the femme fatale of Rapture, all lovely. Of course, even those who have only had snippets to read know, if you ever see more than one of them at once, that means they are trying to drag you back to their home dimension, where—like old Booker Dewitt—you will be ‘smothered in the crib’, drowned in dimensional currents to be annihilated, as if you never were! The dread Baptism in Quantum, supposedly the first thing that those who enter Columbia have to undergo, as they were immersed in the pure form of the dreaded Liquid Quantum! Let’s just say I am not going to try to talk my way into these young ladies’ hotel suite, especially if there is a big bathtub.
  • I will be honest, even though I read the book, I am not sure what will emerge from this weekend. I am sure Max will explain his little slip-up. I am sure that whoever gets the book will have publishers knocking on their door. I am sure that I want to know what other things Azarchel had in that box they put the book back in. All I know is, we won’t need to stick to Blood cocktails, where we can enjoy a Devil’s Kiss.
  • The crowd goes nuts as he has a bottle that looks like the legendary ones. “Oh, this is not one of the artifacts supposedly up for auction; this is some replica of one they made that tastes like Cinnamon schnapps. They said they tried making a fake version of that other potion, the shock jockey, but that it tasted too bad. Oh well.”


Buried at Sea
a letter from below


  • What was the line you used, Dad? “We were all buried at Sea, we just did not know it?” Well, I do know it, as someone who can see all the doors that open or close whenever time is changed, to see a world that is changed for better or worse, or those that are closed off. Speaking of which, Ares did a good job of closing one world off, though I did manage to rescue Hades. He did his job well, and will give Ghost a familiar friend to work with. I see that Maelstromand Ghost have made new friends (Dominika Star). On the off chance I make it out of here, I will make a note to meet them, but part of me would rather die than introduce myself to them in my current state. Hell, I would not show up like this to one of the Teas I have with Ghost.
  • I have done one good thing. Because I managed to give the twins a hard enough time, I managed to steal one of their pet projects from them, a box that contains, among other things, the journal of how they made me. It’s very ironic, that the folks who were my wicked stepparents get to see their secrets exposed, as well as a detailed bit of just what they would do to someone since she was an infant. They, and their little toadie Michael, the one who calls himself " Divis Mal ." That’s a laugh, Divis. If you ever escape Maelstrom, I will show you what a devil is, as frankly I am one now. Even if I do manage to win here, there is a part of me that hopes what I am sinks with me, a sort of Baptism. Inkblot may have been too nice to admit that perhaps my very presence in this world is a problem, but then again, that won’t help keep the crew of scum out of their world. I may be needed more, especially as Fitzroy managed to get herself killed. You never learned, did you?
  • So, I am here in Rapture, reminding myself why I hated this place. My job, making sure that a certain father figure of mine does not get to feed on his younger self. The twins wanted to lure the party here, because they knew they had the advantage. I will do my part to lessen that. Hell, if Hades manages to catch Rosalind in New Orleans, all the better. Maybe we can even avoid this place that brings out the very worst in everyone who comes. Maybe even keep the new people from ever having to understand this place, this reverse rapture. And of course, return Sally and the children ( Little Sisters) to their rightful place in their world.
  • Ghost, if you manage to get this letter from the depths below, I appreciate everything you have been. If I make it out of here, I promise to help find out what happened to your father. Maelstrom, I meant well giving you “the keys”; you still did better than Daisy or I did. Hades can tell you that when his memories come back. To the new people, if I do my job right, you will never understand half of what I am talking about; I am literally on a sort of suicide mission to prevent you from having to deal with it. Not all knowledge is life, and in many ways, I am as much a monster as Lovecraft ever made. I can be one that makes life though, or at least protects it.
  • I will ask that if any of you see Sally, Henry, or the other children, protect them. If they do not become what they are supposed to be, the whole game is scotched. Hopefully you will see a certain pantsuited version of me discussing this over tea, or at least what the hell I am now. If not, I will see you when time changes… all rivers flow into the ocean, or at least, I hope mine does.

(the signature is signed E.C)

Game ON!
aka "they aren't buying it"

Of course, when a party goes from 2 players to 7, things can get complicated. When they are Novas in the Big Easy, things WILL get complicated, and for all the talk of powers, victory can literally rest on whether someone buys your idea. And several people failed to sell theirs :)


We started off with news of a convention, New Orleans “It’s a Kind of Magic,” a combination sci-fi/fantasy/hard science/magician convention. In addition to the standard perils (gamers and geeks with drink machines that dispense daiquiris, what could go wrong?), Maxwell Mercer, head of the UN project for Novas, will be speaking there. And to make it worse, an item is to be auctioned off that some believe hold a mad scientist’s secrets of power, Nova-style.

magic_box_real.pngAn auction that is probably NOT going to happen. Apparently the stage magician Azarchel was in charge of hiding said item. He had the brilliant idea that the best place to hide something was in plain sight on his magician’s stage; the best place to hide a wonder is mixed in with the illusions. Which might have worked brilliantly were it not for the fact he pissed off two of the other performers. In response to a sheer vulgar display of his bad taste and misogyny, Azarchel was mentally attacked, clobbered, and put into a state where he lost his mind (and dignity, considering he backed into a porcupine-like nest of shish kabobs).

Due to the time crunch caused by his sudden ‘illness’, the theatre decided to give the first time slot to the two performers, but they had to remove the prop hanging precariously over center stage before the first act (his, now theirs) could open.

Things got complicated when the box unleashed defenses , and even more complicated when a energy emanations from the mess literally made the two nova performers almost puke. They knew that whatever the hell was in the ‘magic’ box was dangerous, perhaps deadly. Using a combination of brains and common sense, they used the Eufiber stage curtains to muffle the emanations and insulate the ‘shock’ protections on the box well enough to maneuver it into a shipping crate Dominika planned to store in a large, secure vault she often used in her act.

And it turned even more complicated as one of the convention guests, the head of a biotech firm who wanted the box for himself, saw a perfect chance to steal it. First using his blood to create tiny homunculi to get a look at the box, and tag it just in case, (Damian) then Gated open a hole under it inside the packing crate. This would have worked had Maelstrom not used his TK to hold it in place.

And, in the audience, Ghost KNEW that whatever was in the box slash crate was deadly, and he tried his trickster shtick to impersonate an FBI agent to walk off with it, but the new ladies were strong enough in will to resist his jedi mind trick.

They are in a sort of standoff to see who gets to move the crate of toxic goodness where. Of course, while the biotech heir did not steal it entirely, he still managed to get a homunculus into the crate.

(several people had to leave ‘early’, so Cut to a flashback scene)

A character from a dying timeline, Hades, was literally pulled into this one. In his old days, Hades and Surge had Columbia running differently, but instead of being the idiot that tried to challenge Maelstrom, he chose to help him. This proved smart, as not only did they have the city at near total power, but they were able to repel an attack from an old enemy, Daisy Fitzroy. Much of this part of the session was marked by “What do you mean you have not found that yet” or “Hmm, these folks have not attacked yet?” as Hades compared his timeline to the party’s. It is going to get very interesting, very soon…

Ghost's Diary (9/18/16)
Story update

Dear diary,
I got the sweetest t-shirt today, an autographed Dominika Star. Well, diary, you may ask me how I got such a gnarly piece of apparel. Also, side note, I don’t think Malestrom likes the unicorn magic t-shirt I got him. Maybe it was the fuchsia color. I will have to buy the purple one next time. Oops, sorry, diary, I received a hot tip that the Lutece dynamic dude had plans to attend the Magic convention and shows at the Ernest Morial Center. Also, it doesn’t help to hear that Argus was going to be there. Of course everyone knows:

The Argus Agency, founded by nova John Argyle, is an elite management company which specializes in getting their clients to the scene of a disaster before the people there are even fully aware of what’s happening. This comes thanks to Argyle’s clairvoyant abilities. They operate in competition with the DeVries Agency.

Conventioners.jpgHoly heck, no way I was going to let them buy up all my favorite magic doodads. So, I showed up in my favorite Harry Potter Dumbledore/Gandolf outfit and woohoo, won a costume contest. Then some putz cult of the raven guy tried to stick me with a nth metal needle (the metal that nulifies nova powers). But I didn’t let his attempt on my life ruin my fun. I smacked him with my witch’s broom, in the nuts even. Ha, Bewitch that bitch. Oh, ya some guy shot the guy in the leg first with a poison dart but the henchman must have been more allergic to brooms.

I had my t-shirt autographed while finding Maelstrom a new toy in a box. I was sitting in the front row waiting for the magic show to start and the curtain fell. I thought it was part of a pre-show or just practice because a glowing box was hovering on the stage. The stage crew were trying to take the box down but an electric shock was knocking them unconscious. A singer, Chesa, and Dominika finally covered the box and were preparing to take it away when my good old Unicorn-loving buddy let me know he needed the box.

FlashingBadge.jpgSo, Nick Hill stepped on the stage with my super-cool FBI badge. “Thank you, ladies, I am with the FBI and this is our merchandise. I have this under control.” I even used my patented smile but they didn’t quite buy it. I think I might need a bigger badge.

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