Ghost Hunting

[Evelynn East]

Eager to get started - and hopefully help! - Evelynn headed down the hall, picking a door mostly at random. She paused, offering Charles a nervous giggle at his joke about Scooby Doo. Somehow, it hadn't occurred to her that they might run into one of the residents. Awkward.

So, with the visual of herself falling in through the door to see a Changeling on the other side in some compromising position, she closed her eyes and pressed her ear to her chosen door, listening carefully while trying to focus on anything that sounded unusual. Did ghosts sound unusual? Who said she'd hear the moaning or wailing of ghost stories? Maybe they just sounded like they were shuffling about, trying to go about their daily, lives - er, deads?

She gave her head a physical shake to force out the distraction, cleared her mind, and actually gave a proper listen, this time.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-06-14 16:10:47		Evelynn rolls 5 to listen for ghosts! (Wits+Comp) (10 Again)		10, 2, 7, 9, 8, 4		3 successes

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Damn. Listening to Charles, Mhairi is finding more and more reasons to get over her instinctual kith-queasy-ness around her fellow elemental. She always thought she was better then that. Maybe she should try putting that into practice...but then his oil slick, and heated presence presses closer make Mhairi almost want to reconsider.

Maybe she could get an elemental party going on. Have a reason to invite Charles, with the option of having others around. Plus she hasn't really spoken to all the elementals in town.

Then the others movements make Mhairi remember the task at hand, and like Terri, Mhairi chooses her own room to press her ear to. She wouldn't be able to sleep at night if she didn't know for sure. But still finding out if her bedroom had a spook...she might still not sleep tonight.

As she presses her ear to the door, she tries to focus on the fuzzy noise that appeared once Daniel invoked his clause.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-06-14 16:05:28		Mhairi Ankaa rolls 5 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)		4, 9, 5, 3, 2		1 success

[Daniel Leto]

“Most of them aren’t that bad, once you get to know them.” Which often happened to be around the same that if you would be saying goodbye. “They can be very similar to us in many ways.” Maybe it was simply his kith and Seeming but Daniel related easily to the departed. Souls being driven mad by their state of being. Unfortunately there was no Hedge to escape through back to the mortal world. Many Changelings had lost their ‘lives’ to the whims of Arcadia but they at least were still alive to rebuild. Ghosts had no such consolation. It was either fall deeper into madness as they lost bits of their minds year by year or move on.

Of course Daniel related easily to most people. Then of course there was guilt.

“And we might still need your protection, Charles. Even without the catch I try to grant them a body. A group this large it might be tough and take a while but it would make them mortal in most respects for an hour or so.”

As the Changelings pressed their ears to doors they heard… nothing.

No, that wasn’t quite true. What at first seemed like deafening silence gave way as they focused their senses. There was the ever present white noise and hum of distant voices. But there was also more. Insects buzzed intermittently. The creak of floorboards beneath their feet sounded louder as they shifted their weight. And there was the breathing of their fellow Changlings. In and out, it mixed with the effects of the clause. It almost looked like Daniel was whispering something to himself in a breathy voice as he breathed out.

Then Evelynn and Morgan heard something else. A sharp yet soft noise coming in regular beats. It almost sounded like someone was tap, tap, tapping. Yet it wasn’t coming from the doors. It was from beneath their feet. From the kitchen.

[Evelynn East]

Eyes closed, tongue poking out from between her lips in concentration, Evelynn started to hear the tapping. "Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap, tap, tap-tap..." she breathed, at first not even aware she was saying it aloud.

Eyes opened, and she looked around at the rest of the group. "I, I hear a noise. A beat, like someone's tapping out a rhythm. It's coming from downstairs, the kitchen, I think." Stepping away from the door, she headed to the stairs to go investigate, though she hesitated at the top, looking back towards the rest of the group, clearly waiting for someone else to come with her. Because no way was she going ghost hunting by herself.

[Terri Nutkins]

Evelynn's voice interrupted Terri' thoughts and the Beast stood up straight once again, removing her ear-tuft from the wooden door that was the boundary to her private room. She was a little glad she hadn't heard anything. She couldn't recall if she'd tidied away her laundry or not.

"I don't think we have much to worry about when it comes to them trying to stab us," Terri said, chuckling. In all honesty, she actually wasn't that sure. It wasn't that she was worried herself; her control of Fear was connected to Autumn itself and the supernatural could go and take a running jump.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan heard the noise and Evelynn's words, "Y-y-yes tis a t-t-tap-tap-taps." she looked over at Evelynn and nodded, pushing herself away from the door, "Ye at r-r-right. Zzzounds like tis in d-d-d-the k-kitchen," Morgan was decent at navigating. It went with her hobby/job, and she was familiar with Edna's layout, to a degree. Charles however drew her focus and a confused expression. Did Charles actually have experience with cannibals to even think that?

Though he did make a very good point about the...pointy things. "Eeeeh ye hath good points. B-b-b-but pointy-stuff s-s-should be in the drawers, r-right Terri?" she looked over at the squirrel and current caretaker of this house. "So~o ye ken: if-if drawers start to fly open swift action be t-t-taken to ensure they don't. Ah-assuming tis a ghost in'na kitchen and not mundane. L-like damage-leak, mice, or-or raccoon." Morgan's tone had very little enthusiasm for the mundane aspect.

Skepticism of the supernatural wasn't really an option when you had claws, fuzz, and magical powers.

After a pause the bandit-masked Beast crossed her arms in an 'X': "Ano-and I nay imply me-self. Regular-mundane-one. Me norman counterparts c-c-can break-in-easy."

She then turned to Daniel, "Uh, sssso should we check the kitchen now?"

[Daniel Leto]

Daniel didn’t see or hear anything.

“Tapping? What kind of tapping? Like knock on the door or like morse code?” Not that it being in morse would help, since Daniel wasn’t familiar enough to decipher it. He wasn’t even sure whether S.O.S. was three long, three short, three long, or the opposite. Though, he supposed if it kept repeating, the distinction wouldn’t matter all that much.

“Charles, hold up!” he called as the Elemental started to charge down the stairs. “Let me go first,” he followed up gently. He smiled kindly as he passed the Summer. He wasn’t wrong, knives and poltergeists could make for a bad combination. However, if anyone was going to put their lives on the line, it should be Daniel. He was the one who had brought everyone together for this. Kind of.

“Okay, let's check the kitchen. I remember hearing once that Betony Rue did surgeries on the kitchen table. Anyone know if anyone died during an operation?” he asked softly to the group as a whole as he descended the steps. A ghost was might still be a ghost. However, there was a difference between someone who died in an attack and one who died from an Autumn’s failure.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Concentrating hard on the nothing she could hear, Mhairi's furrowed brows show that unlike the others she couldn't hear the tapping. In fact her concentration was interrupted when the others began talking. Glad that they'd heard what they'd supposed to. And that her nomming on the pizza didn't fuck up the whole of their evening. Even if the thought of the kitchen, and knifes, and spooky spooks were getting a little to real for comfort.

Her lips twisted into an amused half smile when Morgan's arms crossed themselves, and she brought a bit of levity to something that was growing into her wishing she knew more then the first clause in Fleeting Autumn. Might be time she worked on that, surly another Autumn could help her...

Then Daniel asks about the former Autumn Queen, who apparently did surgeries on the kitchen table. She ate there. Frequently. Every morning. Or nearly so. Was it the same table...? If so....Mhairi saw more breakfast to go's or take out in her future. Still, the elemental trails after the others as they slowly make their way back downstairs, and into the kitchen.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan followed after Daniel and Mhairi, pondering his question. "Um..." Morgan couldn't only recall one encounter with those in need of "help" from Betony. She'd not cared much because they'd been...well, assholes. The Lady Scrivener was able to walk and talk: "Nay r-r-recall any wounded doods uh-downgrading to dead doods. Only r-recall some rude doods with masks. L-like," she gestured her hands in a "cast a spell" motion, "Token-creepy kinda mask, nay-nay-nay ken any other patients. Sorry."

Morgan will wait at the kitchen's entrance until Daniel signals the safety to enter.