#odyssey

"Duke Snicklethorn of House Dees nuts" he blurts. He's a pooka, lies come quick

She folds her arms. "I will have my answer."

August closes (and locks if he can) the other door.

"Lady, why do you think I'm a hit on Linked in? I can't squeel even if I I am a pig pooka"

She steps closer, her expression dangerous. "Oh, but you can ruin the reputation of my dear friend. You're totally fine with that. I. Am. Not."

A swallow "I'd like to make a phone call to my lawyer to cut a deal?"

(Perception plus Empathy rolls as best you can figure)

/roll 4

((Okay, meant you both but we go on)

HIs eyes do drift to his phone, and he does seem to be guiding her there with his eyes

((Shady? You there?))

She does not look away from him for a second. "August, I'm going to look at his phone. I need you to keep an eye on him while I do, so he doesn't have a chance to shift."

And when August agrees to do so (as he is certain to do), she picks up the phone and looks to see who the pooka's recent calls were from.

OOC ACK!

/roll 7

August approaches; dark hair, sunglasses, black leather, and grave expression plus a feeling of... untrustworthiness.

The guy swallows

And then as she grabs the phone, 'Shallimar' tries to twist and roll away, free of the soveriegn it seems!

"Stay STILL!" she commands him.

August lunges forward to grab him and keep him in the chair.

It's hard to say who gets him first, but even if he could break free of the command, the Faux-mar can't break free of the velvety steel hold move Vince showed him, dubbed the 'who needs ropes mi love?' hold.

And so Coradel gets a chance to peruse the phone.

She grabs it and pulls it up

Looks like it requires a thumbprint to open

"My love, give me his thumb. You can leave it on the hand," she adds with a shrug.

He reaches with one hand while keeping the pooka secure with the other; if he has to choose, he'll keep the pooka secure.

And August can guide it, the phone unlocks. And the comedian's real name is on the phone Ivan P Taylor. It also has messages!

"Oh, Ivan...you've got some messages. I'll play secretary, shall I? Let's see....."

She starts reading through them.

antoher one D1 is young, proud, play up stupidity, foolishness

Who are these from? Is there a sender ID?

Dr . Roan?

Yes, some are advice from Dr. Roan

"Very interesting," Coradel says, and she can't help smiling. Then she turns to the captive. "We've got him, and a link to his co-conspirator. Now...you have a choice, Ivan...you can cooperate, and I will speak on your behalf for leniency. Or you can try to escape or try to raise some alarm, and it might even work temporarily, but...we will find you. And..." she leans in closely "...the dungeons at EarthRunes have proven VERY effective."

Before doing anything else, she takes security by using her own phone to take a picture of Ivan's screen with the messages.

"Hey ho, to the Dungeon Dungeon I must go..." Her threat seems to fail, or something, or someone, scares him MORE

She scowls. "Fine." No, it clearly isn't fine. "Keep watching him, my love." She also keeps her eyes on Ivan as much as possible while using her own phone to call Bachdion.

August stands behind the chair, holding Faux-llamar in it, and very likely completely unaware how menacing he is.

Coradel adds insurance by propping one foot on the chair between his legs, the sharp heel mere milimeters from his crotch.

Bachdion answers "Yes, my lady?"

"We have answers, and a situation. We found the culprit, but he doesn't intend to cooperate, and we need transport." She gives the address and name of the club. "Do you know the place?"

"I know a place close, can make from there. " he offers

"We're in the performer's ready room in back. You might need to charm somebody to get you back here. The doors are locked."

"A challenge" He says "on my way"

She smiles to Ivan. "Don't fret. Our ride's coming."

Ivan sweats "You're Local PD, this is FBI"

"You think so? You think that's all we are? Oh, honey, that's adorable."