Hermes
"Indeed, Chummer, that's why I'm calling ya. Somebody's building up a group that's supposed to go to Europe, and since you're Prince Charming, I guess, you might help flatten out any incoming disagreements or whatever. And I guess, an additional gun doesn't seem like something useless either.
Are you fine with going to Europe? Sounds cashy-cashy. Uh, and by the way: You still don't do lingua softs, do you?
Arachnos
It takes you almost two god-damn hours, until you find the club from the astral plane. It takes you only almost two minutes to figure out, that whoever's in charge of the magical security here, is better in summoning fire elementals. As you approach, you see a spirit the shape of an Islamic djinni, engulfed in and consisting of flames, who shoots you a warning gaze as you approach, but doesn't react to you in any other way.
But also from the distance you can see the pulsating energy from Seventh heaven like a huge bonfire in the middle of a plane in the dawn. Ecstasy, excitement, action and fun spurt like flames out of the building, but you can also sense misery, despair and wrath. Drowned out by the other emotions as they may be, they're still there, distorting the pulse of life Seventh Heaven emits.