(Witch House) Recurring Dreams

[Mhairi Ankaa]

About to chime in when Morgan covers it. Maybe they should do another seminar, this time a mandatory lesson in Oneiromachy. That there's so many who don't realize how paradoxically in control and strong, yet vulnerable they are in their Dreams...they would have to fix it.

Nodding at Nathan, she figured that no one would have a contract for spooks, but it never hurt to ask.

"Unless the power cuts, we have lights, and if we need a flashlight, I'm sure there's one around here somewhere." says Mhairi, there were all sorts of odds and ends that ended up staying at Edna's, Mhairi's worry was one of those was what started all this.

"Okay, we'll split up, three of us can check out the basement, and two the attic. I want an Autumn in each group." this had to do with magic, having an Autumn around should be a no brainer. "Morgan you can take a look at the attic," knowing that her Paladin would probably feel better searching around the 'high ground', "Nathan are you okay with the basement?" fell-flames flickering, "Alex? Sera? Would either of you want to check out the basement, or would one of you want to join Morgan in the attic?"

Mhairi was fine with joining whichever group needed the extra body. "And if we come up with nothing, we can always check the upstairs and the main floor after."

[Morgan Bellanar]

"Doods, heh-heh, I hath plethora of flashlights, heh...just kept finding 'em a'fore I moved. Plus glowy sticks, heh, too if ye want 'em...they art grand decoys to aught that stalks amongst the Thorns." Morgan sounded like she was trying to justify her purchase of glow sticks.

Morgan gave Mhairi a salute: "No problems, heh, boss. Internal only or external search, heh too? If latter tis best I dress a'fore the search, yes?" followed by tilting her head as one hand pulled at the front of her pajama shirt. It would be less strange for outsiders to see Morgan on the roof in street clothes then in her pajamas.

[Nathan Griffin]

"Well, I haven't heard of anything good happening in attics, so the basement is fine by me." He raised an amused eyebrow at the way things seemed to be turning out, however. "Us being worried about 'horror movie rules' and all, Alex and one of you gals should definetely come with me. Any self-respecting murderous ghost will have a tough time settling between a hot chick and two ethnic dudes."

[Swami M]

Alex can't help but chuckle at that...

"More seriously, if Nathan wants the basement, I can be on Team Attic."

His unspoken assumption is that he and Nathan are the best fighters in the group, so one should be on each team. But to be honest, he's not sure what the others are capable of. And the two men's skills really only work against threats that were... tangible.

[Seraphina]

Sounds like they had a plan, so she finished her coffee.

"Uh, I'd kinda prefer the attic, not really a huge fan of basements. Cause nothing good ever happens in them." she adds with a lopsided grin.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Okay." a nod, not wanting to make the Spring uncomfortable. "Morgan and Sera can take the attic, while the guys and I look around the basement."

Pushing the chair away from the table, Mhairi stands, "And If we need to search the roof and the exterior of the house, Morgan's best for that. And yes. You don't have to get dressed until then." she says with her crooked grin.

Grabbing at her now cold coffee, Mhairi downs it in a few gulps. "Everyone have their phone's on them?" because like the flashlights it might be an issue, and with the atmosphere as it was Mhairi seriously thought the residents of Edna's would want to find walkie-talkies so they could still talk floors apart.

Once there's confirmation, or a mad scramble to get their cells, Mhairi'll nod, and give the group a tired smile, "Let's do this."

Walking from the kitchen table to the basement door, the wisp will open the door, flick on the lights and descend.

[Yumyumcrow]

Mhairi leads the way into the basement. Bathed in warm yellow light from the single bulb, the room remains pretty much as the Telluric remembered it: extra stores, linens, old furniture, and bulging stained cardboard boxes. Even in the light, an air of mystery permeated the space. Just how much stuff could be down here.

There was one thing. An irritation. A thrill of fear for no apparent reason.

The fuse box for the building was located in the basement: an old asbestos board littered with switches that laid out the buildings internal power grid. For some... uncanny... reason, that could not be easily expressed, the board seemed larger and laid out differently.

The attic proved to be no menace: it seemed smaller than they first thought, and a good deal cleaner. That was understandable - the front had been converted into another room. Another space for a boarded - can't knock that old Witch Queen for squeezing as much revenue from the old place.

Currently the door to the attic bedroom is shut. A card hangs from the knob. It reads: DO NOT DISTURB in ornate text.

Some quick book keeping - for clarity I have the two teams as:

ATTIC
Morgan Origins
Alex Swami M
Seraphina Orianna

BASEMENT
Nathan Gwydden
Mhairi Saber Sloth

I've put the teams together on player preference, as expressed through posts. Let me know if this is correct.

[Swami M]

Alex looks at the closed door.

"Do any of us know whose room this is?"

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan clicked one of the flashlights on and off. Her room was on the way to the attic so it was easy to snag a couple. The Paladin of Shadows...couldn't recall who was up in the attic now. "Nay. Twas nary certain it hath an occupant a'fore the sign," she pointed to the sign, "seen. Mhairi might ken. Meh," she shrugged and walked to the door.

She knocked on it, "Salutations? Art folks dwelling within?"

[Seraphina]

As they made their way into the attic, Sera swings into her room to grab her cell real quick. Best to have and not need then the other way around.

Well, not what she was expecting from an attic, she thinks looking around.

She then looks to the closed door, actually surprised by the sign.

There was a shake of her head and shrug, “No clue. I don’t remember hearing anyone say the attic was occupied.” But the text was pretty.

Seeing Morgan walk up and knock surprised her, why not just open it? “I would think Mhairi would have said something before we came up here.” She says in a hushed voice. Though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to lower her voice. Needless to say she was curious, would someone answer? A mystery boarder? Or was it a sign left over from a time long ago?