Breaking and Entering

Orion
Alright, before we get started! Here is a brief rundown of expectations:
1: This is mostly an investigative and introductory sort of scene, so don't anticipate anything too major. (There is unlikely to be combat.)
2: Since it's a weeknight and most of us probably need to sleep at a reasonable hour, try to keep your posts to 20 minutes or less - though I'm not going to police this unless it becomes a real issue. (Frankly I'm probably the most likely one of us to go over that limit anyway.)
3: Once we establish a posting order, I prefer that we stick to it. If it's my turn and I don't have anything to add, I'll let you know in the chat. Otherwise, assume I'm typing something. (And if you need to post a quick addendum or something out of turn, just ask and I'll probably be fine with it.)
4: If anything happens that you find triggering or upsetting, let me know. That probably will not happen in this scene, but this is just a general policy. Your emotional well-being is important. <3
5: If you have questions about anything relating to the scene, whether it be dice mechanics or narrative or whatever, please feel free to ask. I may not respond right away if I'm typing something or answering another question, but I will get to it as soon as I see it. If you have a question about something unrelated to the scene, I prefer it if you save it for another time when I am not actively running something.
6: Have fun!

Orion
The temperature in downtown Denver was beginning to drop with the onset of evening. Grey cloud masses encroached upon the darkening sky and hung pregnant with the anticipation of rain. The forecast for the night predicted storms, and judging by the rough gusts of wind that battered the buildings down in LoDo, a storm was indeed on the horizon.
By now both Grace and Lena were familiar with what had happened here the previous week. At least, they knew that something had happened. Something that had put more than one of their own into comas. But they didn't know what it meant. They didn't know what had done this, or why. They didn't know if Kalen and the others were likely to ever wake up.
Maybe it was a fruitless endeavor. What more could they really learn from an empty building? But they had to try. There had to be something there for them to find. The nightclub was in a large brick building. It sat empty and dark, its doors locked and marked with yellow police tape. They were black glass, etched with a simple logo of an infinity symbol.
Cars and pedestrians passed by on the street and the sidewalks, going about their day as they always did. Many of them avoided the area immediately around the club though. Like it had been branded - marked as something unlucky. Something no one wanted to remember.

Grace
[Perception + Awareness!]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 5, 8, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )

Grace
[Perception + Alertness!]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 4, 5, 9) ( success x 1 )

Orion
[There doesn't appear to be anything worthy of notice outside the club, at least as far as her mundane senses can tell her. Her awareness though... it will pick up trace residue of something that had been here before. Sometimes events can leave an imprint, and indeed there is an imprint here. Even outside, Grace can feel tendrils of something infinite, omnipresent and demiurgic. It feels old and muted here, but it can still be felt.]

Lena Reilly
[[Per+Aware, Uncanny Instincts]]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )

Lena Reilly
[[Per+Alert, Same Spec]]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10) ( success x 4 ) Re-rolls: 1

Grace
Grace wears her usual, and by this we mean her grey turtleneck jacket and jeans and sneakers, with a laptop bag slung over her shoulder. Does she ever wear anything else?
There's storm in the air. It reminds her of someone languishing in a hospital bed in Aurora. And she grimaces at the thought. Something else piques her interest and her sixth sense -- like the presence of universe itself, like a fish suddenly becoming aware of water.
The place is a crime scene, but at least the police are gone. And people aren't paying too much attention to it, despite the draw of yellow and black tape.
It still wouldn't do to get caught busting a lock in front of the place.
"Feels stranger than usual," Grace says to Lena as they, unlike everyone else, stand there paying a great deal of attention to Infinity.
"Wonder if there's a back door," she says, and pulls her phone out of her laptop bag. It would be nice if they could find a way in that's a bit less conspicuous.

Lena Reilly
Fruitless endeavor?  Hardly.  No building is empty; no location is a void.  We leave so much in places like this, both physical and ephemeral, and even if Lena has already received an idea of what happened (if not quite the how or why), there's still something to be gained.  Lena has said as much to Grace last night at the hospital, and she was hoping that the equipment in particular would still be there.  It's not an unreasonable hope, though who knows.
She walks to the place with Grace, looking over the building with a frown.  She's dressed down tonight; they're breaking into a crime scene, after all.  So it's her leather jacket she uses when she drives around the city on her motorbike, zipped up to conceal her long-sleeved shirt underneath.  Blue jeans and a pair of sneakers, with her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail.
She isn't standing anywhere.  She isn't outside the place looking at it like some sort of monolith to be feared, or ancient dungeon full of traps and dangers.  Standing outside of the place you're about to break into can draw attention from the police, or at least make you memorable to witnesses.  She's walking and she doesn't stop to consider the front.  "There's always a back door," she says when Grace asks.  "Come on."
And that's exactly where she's headed, is the back door.

Patience
Patience still wasn't used to checking Ginger, it was an aside, a secondary thought process to all the other projects she constantly found herself elbow deep in [sometimes literally.[ But she had checked this time  and of course she had heard about the individuals who had fallen into their coma's.
It was just off enough, just enough of a 'Frotean Event' as Patience would call it to draw her attention away from the myriad of projects.
So it is with a bit more chance then planning that she arrives not long after Grace and Lena arrive on the scene, her own motorcycle left around a corner hidden and secure in ways that only a mage of matter could manage. She was dressed for action, or at least as one might imagine a heroine of a steam punk movie to be dressed, leather bound her from head to toe, but the suit had enough pockets, enough zippers and enough early 1900's flare to evoke a sense of adventure, and not of the fetish scene.
She met the two as they were headed for the backdoor, a blink of those sky blue eyes showing surprise, but the smile grateful for the unexpected serendipity.
"Appropriate temporally aligned sociological affirmations and salutations Lena, Grace. Our combined convergence at this discreet and acute geo-physical locality indicates a high statistical probability that our intrinsic noospheric parameter's align sufficiently to allow cognizant amalgamation." She paused, looking back the way they came. "Shall we actualize our relativistic existence within this dimensional structural device?"

Patience
[Per+Aware]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 6, 6, 6, 9) ( success x 4 )

Orion
There was, indeed, a back door. The nightclub was housed in a stand-alone building that used to be a two-story restaurant before the place went out of business and was bought up by its current owners. The windows had all been replaced with thick planes of black glass, but the area in the back remained unchanged. There was a small lot there (for employees and deliveries only) and a set of heavy, industrial metal doors. These too were locked and marked with police tape, but there was at least the benefit of fewer potential witnesses.

Grace
Patience's presence comes as a bit of a welcome surprise. Lena and Grace had been talking about bringing her along, just because the machines involved were probably technomagical in nature. But with the rush, it had somehow been forgotten. Sometimes, the universe just knows what you need.
"Patience, hey! Glad to see you," Grace says. "You wouldn't have a lockpick handy, would you?"
Nope, definitely not trying to break in anywhere, no sir. Grace is keeping her voice low and depending on her inconspicuousness, as they walk to the back, trying to look like they belong there.

Lena Reilly
"Hey Patience."  There isn't any smile from the Ecstatic today.  She likes Patience quite a bit of course--they've gotten along well and she's expressed her fondness for the woman--but the deejay hasn't really smiled since she learned what happened at Infinity.  Last night she was a barely-contained ball of Wrath.  Today she's more in control, but still not in a mood for friendliness or warmth.
They have something to do, after all.
She walks around to the back door, looking the building over as they do.  The police tape is given a moment's glance before she pulls a pair of gloves from her pocket, slips them on.  Grace's question about lockpicks draw a hint of what may have been a smile, if not for her current mood.  "I've got this."
And yes, out come a set of lock picks.  You know what's great about being the daughter of a police officer and the sister of a criminal?  You learn some fun tricks along the way.  She drops to a knee in front of the doors, looking at the lock and setting to work.
[Dex+Larceny!  WP 'cause no one said she was ~good~ at it, just that she has the skill.]
Dice: 4 d10 TN8 (4, 6, 7, 9) ( success x 2 ) [WP]

Patience
[Per+Tech]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 5, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )

Patience
Patience moves with the pair, moving as regally and almost glacially as always, yet managing to keep up with the pair as they moved around to the back and examined the doorway which they wished to enter through. Grace had asked about a lockpick and in truth, Patience did indeed, if not of the sort most would carry. But when Lena produced her own lockpick set the woman simply smiled and shrugged, letting Lena step to the fore.
She did however take the time to examine the door, sky blue eyes tracing the edges of the metal doors and considering it amidst the myriad of such doors she had seen before. Her mind whirred through the probabilities, traps, alarms, camera's.
Her prognosis is moot however, as the door is open, and no alarms sound. If any alarm's remain hidden or silent however, it was too late to do anything about it. She simply looks between the two women and pulled the door carefully open.
A moment later, she would step inside, letting her eyes adjust to the gloom.

Orion
The lock wasn't easy to pick, but Lena was focused and careful, and after some effort she finally felt the heavy tumblers click into place. As she worked, Patience checked outed the building's security, and though she did find clues of some type of security system, there were no immediate signs of trouble when Lena opened the door.
If there was an alarm, it was either broken or silent.
The club was dark inside. Lena, Patience and Grace would be able to see the outline of a short hallway, at the end of which lay two doors (one at the back and one along the wall, closer to the doors where they now stood.) The closer door was marked 'Office.' A light switch sat on the wall just inside, but if anyone tried it, it wouldn't work.
(Either the power was down, or the lights were broken.)

Grace
Lena's "got this" and that's a good thing. As much as Grace knows how to break into electronic systems like the pro she totally is now, she knows nothing of actual physical locks.
"Nice, Lena," she says, and steps in after Patience. Apparently both of the other women are more prepared for breaking and entering than the hacker. What would Riley say? It's almost embarrassing.
In the dark, Grace taps on her cell phone screen and starts using the camera flash as a flashlight. Runs the battery down fast, but they shouldn't be here forever. Right?
She creeps on down the hallway, ignoring the 'Office.' What they're here for are the consoles with flashing lights that were the start of this whole mess.
"So, Lena's already figured out a few things, Patience. Apparently, everyone in the club was dropped by these flashing lights and music. Some machines went off, and then whammo -- everyone hits the floor. Which is why I'm especially happy to see you, you know?"

Orion
[While this is all going on, I have rolls. Alertness?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 10) ( success x 2 )

Orion
[Awareness]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 4, 8, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 )

Orion
[Stealth!]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 6 )

Lena Reilly
[[The darkness is not unexpected; this is why we have iPhones and their lovely little flashlight feature.  Grace is right on the same track as her; a quick swipe from the bottom and a push of a button and she's adding her light to Grace's, walking along.
"It was a bit more than that, but yeah."  Not Grace's fault, Lena just gave her the quickness.  "Someone used magic to get all the clubgoers into position and connect them."  You can almost hear her voice darkening by the word.  Because it sounds almost like an evil version of her; it's her paradigm, it uses music and lights, it's some kind of Mind effect...yeah, that angry Lena is coming back.  But anger is good.  It focuses her, as long as she doesn't let it go too far.  That's the razor line the Ecstatics walk.
"Then the light panels went off, and they all just dropped.  The panels are digital things that are all along the walls, and they were reacting to the music which probably means they're connected to the booth in some way.  You guys should check out the panels; I'll go look at the booth.  Though we may need to get the power restored if it's down, too."
She's already moving along toward the booth.  Though she's taking note of the Office because it may be relevant too...it's just not her first stop.  Go where you know best.

Patience
The corridor into the club was dark, the light of the back alley lamps only illuminating so far. One might take this connotation in that the trio were about to step into infinity in a way that resounded in far more then just the physical. But in truth it felt as if they were stepping into some great stygian abyss, that what lay beyond might be wonderful...but it might also be wonderfully horrible.
Patience would step forward into the darkness her eyes narrowing in the gloom and blinking as Grace and Lena activated their cell phones flashlights. Patience might well have done the same...if she had a cell phone. What she does instead is inherently more her, but possibly inherently more dangerous.
She unzips a pouch at her side and produces a pair of large goggles, each lens is a double layer, filled with a swirling and hard to define gas over which many additional lenses and filters seem to rest. Patience carefully fitted the device over her head in that moment, no immediate concern for her looks as the victory rolls are crushed beneath the harness which contained them.
A moment later she would push a gear into place upon the assembly, and the device would spring to life, various lenses beginning to move back and forth, a soft whirring escaping the headset.
She listened as the device prepared, and nodded to the information provided by both of them. "Intriguing." She said briefly before going on. "Initial hypothesis actualizes potential probability of a summarized gestalt awareness affectated through the induction of aural, visual, synaptic and potentially olfactoral stimulation. Termination of this stimulation potentially initiating a cascade systemic failure of synchronized personages..." She seems to muse at that. "Probability resides at sixty six point seven three...variance of eight point three points."
She would move onward, heading for the main room, apparently the lack of light doing nothing to hinder her.
[Arete diff 4 -1 for time, but +1 beyond first roll]
Dice: 2 d10 TN3 (2, 9) ( success x 1 )

Patience
[Arete 2]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (1, 3) ( fail )

Patience
[3? diff 5, WP]
Dice: 2 d10 TN5 (3, 7) ( success x 2 ) [WP]

Patience
[Rolling after Botch diff 5]
Dice: 2 d10 TN5 (4, 7) ( success x 1 )

Patience
[Last time]
Dice: 2 d10 TN5 (3, 9) ( success x 1 )

Patience
[Dox!]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (4) ( fail )

Orion
The three of them made their way into the club proper, passing through the door at the end of the hall and into a wide, open room. With the windows blacked out and the lights off, the place had the feeling of a cave... dark and cavernous and abandoned. There were portable lights left behind by whoever had last been in the room (likely the police.) They had their own source of power, and if tested, would function normally.
Otherwise, the three of them had only Grace and Lena's flashlights to use as illumination. And what they saw was a very different picture than the lively club that Lena had seen in her vision. The place was covered by what had once been sleek, modern panels of black glass: digital screens that lined the walls, the floor, the ceiling... even the bar. But now those screens were covered in spiderweb cracks tracing all across the room. Every single one of them was broken and shorted out.
The DJ booth was on a stage at the back of the room (against the same wall where they came in through the door.) Most of the equipment was still set up there, but an inspection would find it just as damaged as the panels on the wall. In fact, everything electronic was broken.
Apart from all this, they'd find the room empty. Patience put on her goggles and set about scanning the room for as much information as she could find. It took some time, but eventually the room began to provide her with information. None of what she found was unexpected or notable. There was no power here, apart from the batteries in the lights. No matter of any special interest - although those panels were certainly of an interesting make (advanced technology with both audio and touch receptors - now damaged, of course.) And whatever effects had been cast here recently (if there were any) had either faded or been wiped away.
She did sense... something, though. Just a wisp. A hint that glowed like a pin-point at her back.
They didn't hear him arrive. One moment, they were alone, and the next... they were not.
"You won't find anything here."
An unfamiliar voice, coming from somewhere behind them - near the bar. And if they looked, they'd see a man standing watching them. Middle-aged, maybe, although he looked young for his years. Dark hair, casual clothes, and arms painted with detailed symbols.

Lena Reilly
[[Int+Occult]]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 6, 7, 9) ( success x 3 )

Grace
[Int + Academics diff 7]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )

Patience
[Int+Occult]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (6, 8, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 5 )

Grace
Grace nods to Lena and goes for the door she can see in the beam from her 'flashlight' -- the one she hopes leads to the club proper.
And indeed, there's the place. There's the dead equipment. There's not much left. Grace goes over to the wall, and like a good little technomage starts messing around with her phone.
The voice at her back, however, makes her jump. The man gets an instant camera flash to the face. "What? Who are you?"
It's then that she notices the symbols on his arms. They look familiar. Brings to mind a day spent with Kalen discussing the fantastic uses that 3D printing could be applied to, like sending all his Hermetic friends glow-in-the-dark plastic Enochian sigils.
"Is that... Enochian?" Grace asks, because she's pretty sure, even in the dim light. But still.
And then, it's back to having her face stuck in her cell phone again. Guy's a Hermetic, looks like. With all luck, he's not here to kill them all.
[Arete: Matter 1 + Entropy 1 = What did this look like before it was smashed to bits, eh? Diff 4, spending WP]
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Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (3, 7) ( success x 2 ) [WP]

Grace
[Extending]
Dice: 2 d10 TN5 (1, 1) ( fail )

Grace
[Paradox!]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (1) ( fail )

Lena Reilly
Grace asks about the Enochian but is busy with something else.  Lena recognizes the Enochian well enough and frankly, doesn't much care.  She looks up from what she's doing at the booth, where she was frowning in frustration.  Or perhaps looks up isn't the right phrase.  It's better to say that her vision snaps sharply to the man, eyes narrowing and stepping out of the booth.
"Who are you, how do you know that and where will we find the information."  Notice there's no question mark; that's because she's not asking.  She's not accusing either, exactly; there's no vitriol in her tone and she's not threatening or looking directly hostile at him.  She has just run into far too many people who roll up on scenes like this and start monologuing.  And if the guy starts monologuing her patience might be tested and then things will get interesting.

Patience
Patience made a slow, steady arch around the panelling, inspecting, examining and most certainly marvelling at its construction. Someone had quite obviously gone to considerable lengths to create a truly immersive experience, one that would bridge the gaps of belief and reality that might well create something that would leave a lingering, substantial impact upon those who experienced it.
Her lips turned into a saddened pout at the loss of such technology and what it might have represented, almost to the point where she missed that flicker, missed that pin-point behind her.
It was noticing that pin-point that allowed her to not jump out of her outfit and her skin in one reputation ending bound, instead she turned towards the man, her eyes widening behind the curious lenses. as she took in that dim flicker that existed within him.
She left Grace to work on the panel, instead [heaven help us] stepping slowly closer to the man the goggles flipping up on a hinge to regard him eye to eye.
"Addendum, what primary, secondary and tertiary objectives incite a necessitation in the suppression of your idiosyncratic paradgimic field? Attempted negation is not without inherent relativistic feedback, both noospheric and paradigmic."
"Primary inquiry, to what direct and concise result do you as an indvidiaulized paradgimic personage initiate a noospheric synaptic judgement upon this outcome?"

Orion
The flash of a light, and the man had a hand up to shield his eyes from the brightness, though he dropped it a moment later. Grace asked if the marks on his arms were Enochian, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement, but didn't offer any immediate response. Perhaps he thought the question was rhetorical.
Lena though - she wanted answers, and she wasted no time in demanding them. In the dim light, it was difficult to make out the nuances of expression, so it was not immediately clear how the unknown man felt about the manner of her address - but then, he hardly had a place to stand, considering he'd just snuck up on them in a crime scene.
In any case, Patience had her own questions, and the man... he looked at her with curiosity that was evident even in the dark.
A moment later he dropped the effect he'd used to mask his resonance, and they'd all feel it come to life around them like a beacon of light. Seeking. Piercing. Bright.
(Or maybe more like a laser beam.)
"Because I wasn't sure who I'd run into. Or who would be watching." The man looked between them pointedly, as though to imply he felt their own attempts at stealth were... a bit lacking.
"I'd like to ask your names as well, but since I seem to be the interloper, I'll start with my own. Maddoc Orion, Adept of House Verditius in the Order of Hermes." He didn't give a bow, or make any other flamboyant attempts at courtesy, as the Jerbiton Henry had done back in the woods. There was something unusual about his voice though. He had an accent, old and muted. Something from across the pond. (British? Welsh?)
"And I know you won't find anything, because I've already looked. And because I've seen all this before."

Grace
Grace flinches, but it's behind that camera flash beam, so perhaps nobody sees. That would be nice. Some Hermetic she doesn't know with fancy-ass arms doesn't need to know how badly she just fucked up that little program, does he?
"Grace. Virtual Adept," she says, to answer his question about their names. Only she doesn't make hers sound all official and regal and Hermetic as Orion does. Even Kalen does that bit with the names and titles, and it's always a little weird when he does.
"You've seen this before? Where? And how can we find out more?"

Lena Reilly
Maddoc gives his information, and that's enough for her.  She doesn't have any sense of contriteness or cowing before the man because...well, it's not who she is in situations like this.  If she's supposed to feel bad for not being stealthy, she's failing is what we're saying here.  Still, she shifts her tone to a less aggressive one, her stance to a more relaxed state although certainly not placid, and follows Grace's introduction with one of her own.
"Lena Reilly, bani Ecstasy."  She knows the old ways.  "Of the Joybringers.  Welcome to Denver, you're in good company for your Tradition here."
She takes a breath, lets it out slowly as Grace asks her question.  "There are some fellow Awakened who were caught by the Effect...not to mention scores of Sleepers.  What happened to them, exactly?"  Now she's asking, and not demanding.

Patience
Patience had little interaction with the Order of Hermes in the last few decades, and so she found herself slightly out of date when it came to information on the various houses. But House Veriditius she knew, had even worked with from time to time, and so the look of skepticism melted away and Maddoc was gifted a warm, sunny smile that befitted the woman's luminous qualities.
"This personages heritalogical identifier and index reference point is Patience Mason, currently amalgamated with the socio-political-paradigmic amalgam indexed as the Son's of Ether. Within this intrinsic temporal reference point I actualize your relativistic existence Maddoc, unfortunate addendum, relativity towards positive or negative alignment is currently undergoing ongoing stress and internalized analysis, apologies."
She then gestured to what lay all around them.
"Extrapolation and dissemination is requested, what concurrent thesis renders your data applicable, and what systemic plan may alleviate the observed and categorized effects?"

Orion
Introductions were exchanged, and some measure of the tension between them seemed to ease after that - though certainly not all of it. Each side was an unknown entity to the other, and they were standing in the fallout of an event that had claimed the minds of sixty two people, including three of their own.
It was... a lot to take in.
And Maddoc? Seemed hesitant to explain what he knew. He glanced around the room, as though somehow this mundane act might give him some greater insight (though of course it didn't.) "This isn't the place for stories. We're not safe here. I only wanted to be sure... that I was right about what happened here." He looked at them now, the three younger mages.
"What I meant earlier, is that you won't find what you're looking for. It's better that way, believe me." He seemed to hesitate... uncertain, perhaps, about what he was willing to give away to strangers.
"Sixty two people." Maddoc sighed, and his voice sounded weary. "That's more than double the last time. She's getting desperate."
She?
"There's a place... it's called Bastion. Your friends are there. If you want to know more, I'll tell you. Where's a safe place we can meet?"

Grace
"We're trying to find our friends. So you can take that 'it's better that way' and shove it," Grace says, and her demeanor isn't exactly outrageously angry. Just, this man is getting in between her and something she wants to know. Irritated might be the word.
"If you won't tell us anything until we take you somewhere safe, you want to hit the Chantry? That's about as safe as it gets around here."

Lena Reilly
"Absolutely not."  She says it immediately when Grace mentions the chantry.  She shakes her head to Grace--not condescending, but firm--and looks back to the Hermetic.  "No offense, Mister Orion, but we don't know you and anyone can paint Enochian on their arms if they know it.  I'm not saying that you're lying, but I'm going to need more than a few back-and-forth words before I'm comfortable taking you there."
She pauses then, thinks.  "My hotel room.  Its as safe as anything short of the Chantry, and not public.  Unless Kalen's place is an option..."
She looks to Grace now; to see her opinion on that.

Patience
"My terrestrial agricultural and domesticated organism locus would be another acceptable permutation upon available and expendable localities." Patience offers, because her farm was expendable, she didn't need it. She simply used it.
She looked between the other magi present. "Its distinct geophysical properties may be beneficial to any paradigmic actualization or theorem testing, given to a catagoized reduction in non-paradigmic actualized personages by ninety five point three one percent in direct correlation to an habitation unit located within a mass habitation block."
She waits then for a decision, letting perhaps Orion, or the others decide.

Orion
"I meant," he responded to Grace. "It's better for them. We aren't the only ones looking for it."
Something about the pointed gravity in his voice hinted at an unseen enemy.
"You don't have to make yourselves vulnerable on my account. It's probably better if you don't." He considered the offered options for a moment, then nodded to Patience. "So long as it's not too far out. Come on..."
And here he started walking towards the door, leading them out the way they came.
"There's a couple detectives on their way. We can't be here when they arrive. Give me your address and I'll meet you at the farm tomorrow afternoon."

Grace
"Shit," Grace says at Orion's explanation, and starts following him out the door. Detectives on the way eh? Must have been a silent alarm on the door, or Orion just knows somehow. And why didn't he mention this important fact before now? They should have been moving already.
"Yeah, Kalen's place is an option, but he wants to go to the farm, he can go to the farm. Let's get out of here."

Lena Reilly
She gives a slight nod, already moving to head out.  She doesn't want to be in this place any more than she has to.  The residual Resonance reminds her what she saw and that makes her too angry.  She's not afraid of anger, but she's rather be reasonable.  "Farm works for me."

Patience
Patience nods to the agreed upon location and steps over to Orion, pulling a small slip of paper from a notepad, and jotting down the location. She would hand it to him then, and with a nod she would turn to leave with the others.
Tomorrow would be a long, long day.