Edna's Boarding House (Open)

[Whisper]

The night held a certain chill to it, which ran deeper with the prospects of strange places and faces. He paused outside of the halo of light that was cast by the street lamp, even its dim artificial light was hell on his eyes. Shoving his hand into his pocket he withdrew the directions he was given.

15th & F

Maredrauga eyed the crumbled piece of paper for a moment, taking a long drag from the cigarette. He couldn't help but wince slightly with the orange glow of the cherry an inch from his face. The nicotine helped calm his nerves, though probably not as much as if he had blade tucked away.

He had come to Sacramento with nothing except the clothes on his back, half a pack of smokes that the Summer Courtier left him as a parting gift, and a crumbled piece of paper to guide him. He figured he was close, though whether close was one block away or several, was a guess.

Maredrauga jammed the paper back into his pocket, and flicked the cherry off the tip of the cigarette. He tucked what was left of the cigarette into his shirt pocket and pressed forward, side stepping the light cast by the street lamp.

Fuck it...

It was fear he was feeling, and with each step that brought him closer to the unknown, it grew in his mind like a leaden weight, dragging his thoughts down with all of the horrible things that could happen.

A smirk traced his lips at the irony of it all. Dreams used to be nightmares, but after his escape from captivity, reality was the nightmare and dreams were his reprieve.

Perception is a funny thing... He thought as he caught sight of the street sign for H Street. Having just passed I and J, he knew he was coming closer to the source of his fear.

Edna's

[Whisper]

A strange smell laced upon the cold wind was the first harbinger that something was amiss. His mind raced trying to pinpoint the strange familiarity, though it did not have enough time before he caught sight of the source; caught sight of her.

Her pale skin stood in stark contrast to the shadowy complexion of the night, and of his onyx-touched skin. His eyes were as black as the darkness that surrounded them; they quickly and critically assessed the situation.

Box... While he couldn't divine the contents, he felt fairly certain that the probability of a weapon was slight, though still possible. Her greeting caused momentary squinting of his eyelids, which were ill-prepared for the faint golden light that followed.

For a moment, it appeared he was going to remain silent. A slow nod of his head with, "Ma'am," was the only greeting returned. The simple greeting was followed with a simple question. Definitely a man of many words...

"Fifteenth and F?" Maredrauga said as he pointed in the direction he was traveling, the direction of Edna's. All the while, he desperately wanted to light up another...

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo was basically homeless. Though he had come to Sacramento from New York with some money and a few phone numbers, he hadn't truly put any effort into a place to stay. That's when he heard of Edna's and it's questionable history. 'How very Autumn.'

Milo adjusted his hoodie to look as good as it could with his jeans and boots as he spotted the gathering of lings. It couldn't hurt to say hello to a few hopefully fellows, unless they were loyalists or muggers. Still, one of them looked like a distant cousin with a hopefully complimentary skill set. And Friends in the shadows never hurt.

"Pardon me," The Fairest started with a look between Maredrauga and Ava. "But are you both looking for the boarding house as well?" Eyes flit forward towards the place of interest, indicating his desire to walk and talk.

[Terri Nutkins]

The Beast simply loved walking Sacramento's streets during the evening especially at this time of year. She could feel the heat of Summer, a Season she highly respected, slowly begin to give way to the embrace of Autumn, the Season that she understood in her soul. Terri was so upbeat, she was actually skipping down the street, finally getting round to seeing everyone down at Edna's place, especially with having a conversation with Betony Rue.

Was she scared? Not really but one always had to always respect the Dread Lady. She should know.

Approaching the house, the redheaded Beast was smiling, her ever present friendly demeanour rolling out from her like the scent of baking bread that expressed itself through her powerful Mantle. Ava, she recognised, and gave her fellow Beast a wave. "Evening, Ava, how are you?"

Looking from the Scrivener to the two she didn't know, Terri's eyes lingered more on the Fairest, for obvious reasons. Also, the smoke from the Darkling's cigarette was something that the Beast's nose had never appreciated.

"Hi, guys," she offers to both in a chirpy tone, "I'm Terri."

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan exited the cab in front of Edna's Boarding House with her usual purpose when she did this: supply run. The Beast regularly purchased non-perishibles, paper goods, cleaning supplies, light bulbs, and the like to help support the establishment. It might not be much but it was a way for her to help. Though she should really try to coordinate with someone that owned a car, the cabbie kept running the tab as she unloaded the half-dozen heavy paper shopping bags. She paid the man and he sped off into the night.

The chill gave the beast no bother. Her ever present jacket and the camoflaged cargo pants provided sufficient warmth. The jacket was slightly open to reveal a tank being worn beneath with the occasional flash of something red and metallic. A bunch of leaves kicked up around her black Nikes as she kneeled down beside the bags.

Morgan took a few minutes to feed her arms through the paper handles, intent upon carrying all six bags at once. This took some time and she didn't notice any nearby Lost. Still, she actually pulled it off and managed a single step before hearing a tearing sound. Morgan yelped, "No-rip-no-rip-no-rip!" The raccoon stumbled down to one knee, resting the the bags back on the ground before the handles ripped off. A quick examiniation showed that several handles had indeed torn, "...Crud. Hoo-kay-okay, t-t-that nadda works. G-gonna gotta do multi-times, heh."

The Beast was a little preoccupied with this and failed to notice the other Lost nearby. They weren't enemies so her instincts didn't go off.

[Whisper]

Maredrauga felt a shiver run down his spine. While he hadn't seen any traps with this sort of elaborate setup since his escape, he never could get over the shit he had seen. With no weapons other then a contingency plan, he felt ill prepared. The only comfort he had was in his contingency plan; that he was outdoors at night...

As the situation unfolded, it seemed as much as it appeared. No elaborate trap, though it was drenched in synchronicity. That sort of thing seemed to happen a lot when it came to all things Wyrd...

"Maredrauga." He solemnly replied to Ava, and gave a nod to the others. Seeing Morgan fumbled with the bags, and hearing Ava's solicitation, he moved over to help her with the supplies. The whole time he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to catch a knife in the back amidst a group of strangers...

[Daniel Leto]

Daniel walked along the darkened street. His bus pass had expired and he hadn't felt like dealing with the apprehension of a ticket checker getting on and finding himself kicked off. There was enough apprehension to be had heading to an Autumn stronghold. However, Daniel had questions to ask and services to offer. This wasn't his old freehold. The Leaden Mirror wasn't his enemy here. In fact from those he'd seen they were down right chipper. Thinking about that though, somehow made him more nervous.

Approaching the Victorian structure of the boarding house, Daniel saw a large group of Autumn courtiers gathered. A couple a he recognized; Morgan, Ava, Terri. Some he didn't. Was he interrupting an event? He had seen any announcement on the board. Of course if any court beside Winter could keep a secret it would be the Court of Ashes. With three familiar faces though, Daniel was at least willing to check. The worst they could do was turn him away.

He glanced at the house as he walked forward. It looked warm and homey. Even so, there was something ominous atmosphere about the large structure and shadows of what he hoped were curtains darted behind windows. No he thought it might be worse if they invite me in.

Daniel took a deep breath of misty air, smiled a calm smile, and waved as he called out a greeting.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan gasped and hopped away from the bags when someone called out to her. It took her less then a second to realize it was Ava, "Oh-heh-heh, hi-salutations-yo Ava, evening be good for you? T-thanks be-be joy-glad on helps, heh. B-b-b-bad-handles discovered they be to-too weaks for g-g-supplies, heh." And it seems a Darkling she didn't recognize was already helping with them.

Morgan nodded in thanks to Maredrauga as she scooped up a bag under each arm herself, "Th-thank you sirs, heh. Imma Morgan, which-Ava-already-point-out-so-repeat-heh-heh," the raccoon tilted her head as she talked before shrugging and putting on a goofy grin. "Uh," she looked at the other faces and froze. She looked down at her full arms then back up, "H-hello Terri! Sup Dan? A-a-n-additional hiya's to other maybe-new-dude. Eh-heh-heh, Idda wave-wave-hand-hi b-b-b-but hand fulls with partial s-supplies soooo not-possible-currently."

She just finished with an over eager grin. Then had to shift around a bit to ensure the bags stayed under her arms.