#kc_necropolis

"Them Zionists got all the damn money, they can BUY the media make it say what they want" The man nods

"Oh, yes." She echoes.

'Valencia' gives a look at 'Candy'. ZAra knows her well enough she's itching to break jaws

"Can I get you fine ladies a drink?"

"Thank you, no."

"We came to drink in the truth, sir" Valencia says

And the man grins "Haven't we all." He moves back.

It does seem there is a bowl of punch someone has set up. Also a keg of beer.

Zara eyes the communal drinks, wheels turning.

And the speaches and hate goes on. Clem does nto flirt too much, but she exchanges her fake number with some real numbers. Easier to find these assholes if you get their contact info.

Zara drifts over to the punch, stirring it with the ladle.

One woman says "oh how nice of you to help. Later we have dishes"

"With each sip, may you show the world the face of your heart... with each sip, will your features reveal what niceties conceal... with each sip, change, change, and no escape from the lies you tell yourself..." She whispers to the liquid before looking up. "Oh, yes. I am here to help."

"mm you say something? You'r ehard to hear darling"

But the magic takes root

Blush, shrug. Oh, she's a shy thing!

"She's just a shrinking violet, our Candy" Clem says after doing ..something to the beer

(Nearby) The three guys find themselves slammed on a police car. Off Duty Officer Xavier Green, one of KC's finest who happens to be black, did not appreciate these assholes.

Fortunately, he had fellows on the force on speed dial. And the rest is..well, playing out

"You're supposed to be on OUR SIDE..." One man protests as he's cuffed by a white officer.

"YOu kidding? I owe Xavier 50 bucks. "

"Mow." says Whiskers, as he sits atop a dumpster and licks his paw.

He'll need another shower when he gets home. Ugh.

Ugh indeed

Hopping down, he skedaddles down the alleyway back towards the door.

Not hard to get in, the 'guards' are gone

Zara serves a cup of punch to a "gentleman" in a MAGA hat.

Inside... the man takes his punch, and sips "Thanks!" and pulls back... his features just a little less pleasant

PUlls back after his drink of course

"Just what you deserve!" A pearly white smile.

Another woman has gotten her husband and herself some beer. Their complexion is changing

"Darlin?" Vince smiles as he moseys back over to the punch, thumbs through his belt loops.

Vince does not recognize the tan blonde handing out cups of punch.

But she... hesitates...

He looks to Cle- Valencia when he says that, and reaches for a cup.

"Honey, where have you been?" Valencie says and moves towards him to give him a big ole hug and whispers "Don't drink -anything-

"

"Are you still chattin' up with the ladies?" He sighs and sets down the cup. "You always do get on me. You can bring me a beer at home, sweety."

"You know I will I will.." Clem says

And he can't resist, he leans in and gives her a playful slap on the rump! "Thatta girl!"

Valencia pops up right a bit, and it is a testament to trollish willpower that Vince is not slapped so hard his fur flies off his body, and she even smiles and giggles!

From the bit of a flinch and sheepish look on his face, he expected as much, but was resigned. "What a woman." He breathes. "Shall we be off?"

"I wouldst see the chaos, aye?" 'Candy' whispers - cantrips or no, fae hear the whisper.

The effects seem to be... alarming ..and comedic

One woman begins speaking Spanglish... which Clem did not expect, even as she tans lightly

Another man's teeth grow tusky and bestial...

Vince slides back to the sidelines, placing himself between the two ladies, and watches. He takes a sip - oh, it's okay. He brought his own flask, and offers this to each lady as well.

"A most wise alternative."

It would seem that the soothsay magics are helping alter the fates of folks..while the primal helping with the shaping... behavior is following. Curious effect.

Head tilt. "Fascinating."