(Open) Vacancies

[Mhairi Ankaa]

People normally didn't knock. Or they did, but not anyone who lived here. So it might be a mail person or maybe Mhairi was finally getting some girl-guide cookies.

Putting her scroll on some oneiromancy tricks aside, and padding to the door, revealed that her hope was for naught. But at least it wasn't a door to door sales man, but Lucian instead. Mhairi opens the door, and spies the luggage that the Spring Fairest carried. The scent of night blooming flowers mingles with hers of the dead and diying leaves, as she greets the Shadowsoul, "Hey Lucian. Moving in, or stoppin' by?" The Elemental holds the door open, while asking if she could help with any bags.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Today was to nice a day to think of sweating in one of her fabulous corsets, it got them gross and (don't tell Mumphert) but the Brownie did not know how to do corsets. So as the wisp held the door open for the Shadowsoul, she smiled as the breeze touched her bare arms, having chosen to wear a tank-dress, with some awesome red skinny jeans.

At the dry retort, Mhairi couldn't help but snort and shake her head. "That is exactly what I say!" As the conversation continues. "I love this place, it has character."

Mhairi nods as he brings in the few bags he brought, "It really is." Mhairi had a soft smile on her face as her fell-flames flicker about the entry hall.

She nods, "Yeah, I get that too. It's exactly what I felt when I came here. And you can stay here for as long as you want." Mhairi tries to be sincere and keep her eyes off Lucian's chest, but it's right there. Right under the mesh. She might have looked, but at least having fire for eyes made it a little more difficult to tell just what she's been staring at.

"Fairly well. Considering...everything." referring to all that he's learned during the emergency party when it was clear the Equinox passed and there was no Spring Sovereign. "Yeah, we got rooms. Alex, Nathan and Pippin all left recently, you can have one of rooms they left behind. Don't worry they've been cleaned." Fell-flames leave his chest and meet a bowl of Lucky Charms. "Don't eat the Lucky Charms. They're Mumphert's. He's a Brownie. Don't piss him off."

She leads him farther into the house, "Now to get this out of the way, I can't remember if we talked about it before, but cooking, yard work, groceries when you can pitch in, that's all you need to do to stay, there's no rent-rent. Or pressure." a soft smile.

Then like the flickering of flame her mood changes and she's chirping out, "Now I'm sure you're thirsty, kitchen's this way. You can leave your bags in the hall if you want." the wisp's already walking towards the indicated kitchen, and the cool beverages that awaited her.

[Artemis]

There was another figure watching Edna's today. To the few mundane folk who happened to walk by he appeared lean and spare, a shrunken figure lost in a big coat, stained with ware and age. Tatty jeans poked out from under the coat. He was unshod, his pale feet crusted with dirt, but this vagrant figure seemed not to notice. Oddly, he stood on tip toes; combined with his hunch it lent him an odd affectation. Maybe there was something wrong with this pale skinned man, with his unblinking eyes and tangled red hair.

If any of the Lost had paid any attention to this quietly lurking figure they would have seen why he stood on tip toe. This Beast's feet were long and distended - more like the feet of a rabbit or a wild hare poorly shoe-horned onto human legs. They burst brilliantly from his ragged jeans. His head too, was closer to that of a rabbit than a man: long ears, beady eyes, twitching whiskers, buck teeth.

When the Fairest appears from the taxi and lumbers up to the Boarding House, the spare figure nods to himself. Persistent rumour at last confirmed, he makes his way across the leafy street. Bounding comes easy as he hops and skips across the road. As he does he raises an arm to attract the attention of whoever was at the door.

If he moved quick enough they wouldn't slam the door in his face.

"Uh. Excuse me!" You can take the man out of England, but you can't take England out of the man. His voice carries the accent of the Old Country, even if his strange appearing and poor accoutrements say something else.

Art's face is breaking into a smile. Right now he's hopeful. Hopeful for himself; hopeful for his motley. Anything to get out from under the vicious politics of San Francisco.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Just a mess, which Mumphert liked." says the Wisp as she shakes her head, "They cleared out pretty quick." Which Mhairi understood, there was a million reasons why a ling wanted to get a little more lost. Mhairi just wished they trusted in the 'hold to keep them safe.

"He noms, or something, everything in the bowls. It's the only thing he asked in return for keep me from cleaning the toilets. So seriously, no touchy." her tone was serious but there was a smirk tugging her lips.

She nods, it was awesome, no pressure. A good community, a safe place. There's a reason why she didn't leave when she started making money. Why she accepted the offer from the false-Rick.

There a pause, "....not in the kitchen." It wasn't really sanitary to keep it where they made food to eat, but the Autumn Commons...well. There was a couple cauldrons.

Then a commotion by the door, and Mhairi moves back into the hall. "Hello?"

Seeing the Rabbit-kin, summer heat and scatting twigs and other litter around his distended feet-paws? "He dose not. But do you? Want to live here? You can, this is a safe place for Lost souls."

Then, just as suddenly as the English-Rabbit appeared, Alexander made his own appearance. "Hi?" Mhairi blinks her fell-flames flickering, motes of fire escape and flicker themselves before dissipating into glamour. "I am okay...?" it sounds like a question. "I'll stick with Alexander. We just had a Summer Alex come and go. It might get confusing." Mhairi moves away from the doorway, hoping the others would take the hint.

"It's been with the 'hold for years. Edna's Boarding House. Witch House of Sacramento. Years ago, the titular Edna, and all her Boarders were slaughtered. It's a cold case. There's no ghosts, we had a Darkling Gravewight with Shade and Spirit, check. The House came to Autumn hands after that. I can only take credit for keeping it open."

Mhairi wondered how the two Summers would take that info-dump. She already knew that Lucian's shadowy eyes would be glittering more then they already were. Bless his goth-heart.

"So Alexander are you just visiting? Or do you need a room?" Maybe it was a good thing that they had three 'holders up a leave, it looked like they needed the rooms.

[Artemis]

"Uh. No. Not yet." Art smiled as he hustled or, more likely, was hustled through the door by the pale and smooth skinned Darkling behind him. English politeness meant he found himself pressed up against the wall, staring at the goth-like Fairest.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-04-13 02:20:26		Art to remember things rolls 4 to Intelligence + Composure (10 Again)		10, 9, 4, 3, 9		3 successes

He blinks. Stares. Stares! A ghost of a memory tickles him: of a revel, early on (that he can barely remember) and good times with a pint (a [i]real[i] pint in a pint glass) at the Toybox*, which at one point was one of the Rogue's Gallery's places of safety.

"You...? I'm sure I've seen you before? Lucian?" He rolled the name around his mouth, uncertain of the taste and a whole lot more besides. "Why are you here?" Sudden thrill of suspicion. Jeez - was the Vernal Court in on the shit as well?

Turning away he bobbed his head to the starry Telluric. "Uh. Yeah. Safe sanctuary. For me and my motley. Ah they're on their way. Um I scouted ahead."

He caught the scent of decay - oh great, more Autumn! His whiskers twitched and his eye spasmed.

*I couldn't help myself. Its San Franciscpo. Its Haight-Ashbury. Its a reference to Changeling: the Dreaming. Feel free to go with it; or flame; or both.