(House Call) The Cat Returns

[Thomas Land]

The Mole-Man has remained silent thus far, concentrating on the house that Wibble's just pointed out to them, trying to get a good look at it through the screening growth. His beady eyes narrow as he attempts to discern any visible movement, or anything out of the ordinary with the structure.

  4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-18 19:31:24		Thomas Land rolls 5 to Wits2 + Composure3 (10 Again)		9, 7, 6, 8, 10, 9		4 successes

Thomas turns his attentions back to the conversation unfolding in the awfully cramped interior of the car. He doesn't have much to add concerning strategies for entry. He's not particularly sneaky, and he's terrible when it comes to all things social, especially bullshitting. But he's got other concerns:

"Sir Wibble, your beloved was well aware of, well, Fae matters. But, ah, do you think anyone else in that home is privy to such information? Should we be, yes, prepared for more than simply the mundane when we make our, um, approach?"

Before getting too far with planning, it's best they know something of what awaits them inside.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"I'm an Elemental." Mhairi says quite plainly. Assuming that everyone in the cramped car will understand what that meant, "And I do not have any contracts to help with something like that." But shouldn't the only Fairest in the car have something like that.

"Thank you Meister Wibble. Now we know what to keep an eye out for." Mhairi nods even if the tom-cat can't see it.

Though it was a shame he didn't know the lay out of the house, but something like that was easily remedied with a quick look around. Counting stories, windows and applying some logic.

"Hmm," Mhairi hums after Thomas speaks, "I would be nice to know if your lady's family are in the know,"

[Circe]

That wasn't exactly helpful from the cat, "So nothing about the layout then? Not even which floor the locket is on?" Circe sighed but nodded with Mhairi, "At least there is that." Maybe it would be safer just digging up her grave later. Still criminal but less witnesses.


No dice for mind wiping or brainwashing contracts, "So no Jedi mind tricks? Eh," her ears drooped as she shrugged, "oh well. Didn't think it'd be that easy." Circe knew of some Spring Fairest that'd done stuff like that. She wished she hadn't disdained it so much right now. Her ears perked up when Brigid listed her own skills. The elf looked at the hollow lady: "I guess the question Brigid is: are you better at sneaking or talking?"


Given everything else that'd been said, "Because I get the feeling the family is ignorant. Mostly due to pessimism."

[Yumyumcrow]

"I know not," Hulumere Wibble sighed in response to Thomas' question. "I doubt it. They are low born beasts."

For his part, the Mole Man continued to study the house and its grounds. Leafy and verdant, yet wild and neglected. Thomas is fairly certain that the curtains are closed: some totally, others only partially. It is hard to say from their position, given the vegetation. He notes, perhaps with a sinking heart, the piles and piles of junk poking up through the greenery and the piles ominously shadowed in the carport.

Thomas can also attest that nothing moves.

[Thomas Land]

"Well," Thomas says. That one word carries a heavy emotional burden: exasperation and resignation. Perhaps a touch of relief at the prospect of obstacles more mundane than anything else.

"The house and grounds look fairly, yes, neglected," he comments. "Perhaps, hm, it speaks to a certain, well, laziness on the part of the residents," he adds, hopefully. "Which could be good news, um, for us: if they aren't, hm, rigorous about their surroundings, they may prove, yes, without rigor when it comes to, um, whatever ruse we put together..."

Thoughtfully now: "Maybe we take the direct, hm, approach? Knock on the door and, uh, announce ourselves as, well, friends of the deceased?" Thomas has the feeling this Strawberry Marzipan would have kept strange friends, perhaps stranger than their cohort. He glances at Brigid, thinking the Contract she's mentioned might prove useful on this front.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi places her face in her hands, for some reason, she'd forgotten about the clauses she did have to focused on not having something like vainglory, to think of how what she has gathered could help.
"I've managed to acquire the first clause for the Contract of Reflections, so if need be, I could see if the necklace has been moved from place to place...and I've well acquainted with Separation. I could enter the house myself, and if the wyrd wills, I might be able to bring someone along with me."

She lifts her head once more, "We could talk to the Meister Wibble's Lady's children now, during the day and see what we can discover, and if it doesn't work we could come back tonight when they sleep."

[Circe]

Circe gave Brigid a "V" sign with her right hand's fingers, "Cool, you can talk to 'em."

When Thomas spoke of laziness, the Fairest those fingers went from a V to being crossed, "Fingers crossed they're a bunch of lazy idiots," was filled with false cheer. "So we say we're paying respects to...Strawberry Marzipan. Ugh," she imitated Mhairi in face palming. Such a name had to be a pseudonym and not the dead woman's birth name. Unless her parents had been especially groovy when naming her. "Anybody got a way to look up her obit in case we need to know her, uh," she looked a the cat. Risk offending him? She did, "Well the name her parents gave her and not the Stawberry one?"

She looked at the hobgoblin with an apologetic smile, "No offense Ser Wibble but her spawn might not know her by the name you do. Ignorance makes trickery difficult."

Circe eyed Mhairi, "Separation...fanculo, I probably should learn more of that one if B and E is going to be in my future," she shook her head with a loud sigh, ears drooping again. She leaned back in her chair, staring right up at the ceiling. "So talkers try to bullshit them today and sneaks steal it is plan b? Should I leave the engine running just in case?"

[Yumyumcrow]

Hulumere Wibble's head swivelled this way and that, ears twisting as he listened to the Lost chatter around him. He, of course, refused to participate further. Instead he settled down to lick his paw. They were at the house, were they not? Surely that was enough to get them moving.