(PrP) Lair of the Beast

[Tristan Hardt]

Tristan's eyes and attention are taken with the scrawny cat near the shed. Too many of the damn things around this house for his comfort. What's more, he doesn't really like cats. Ones that could possibly change their shapes are even worse. He ventures close to the shed, eyeing the cat warily. At its door, Tristan takes another quick, cautionary look around.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-01 15:06:58		Tristan Hardt rolls 7 to Wits 4 + Composure 3 to spot interlopers (10 Again)		9, 1, 4, 7, 3, 2, 2		1 success

If there isn't anyone watching him, he can try to door for the shed.

Sad, short post... but he isn't going to open the door if he sees one of the neighbors watching him.

[Yumyumcrow]

Tristan moves carefully to the shed. Its a nice rectangle of wood, old and respectable, smelling faintly of cat and chemicals. The Elodoth spies no hidden interlopers other than Odie as he makes his way to the back door - talking to himself apparently. There might be a few more cats squared away in the undergrowth from the faint rustling but that is all. Certainly nothing of a size to be a threat.

Odie makes his way through the garden. Its nice, in a gothic kind of way (gothic in the literary sense, for in this garden human habitation, decay and nature are in harmonious balance). In places he has to forge his way through riotous growth where the perennials are in the process of escaping their beds. A cat looks at him worriedly from under a shrub.

The Cahalith finds Viola lurking in the shadows while she hopelessly casts about for the secret hiding hole of a key. There is none. Odie can hope that the shadow over by the shed is Tristan - it kinda looks like him...

Chris, sublimating from the vegetation, has miraculously manufactured a makeshift lock pick from a rusty nail, some wire that was no longer holding a vigorous bush in check and some cane splints.

And Odie steals the Irraka's thunder by simply ironing out the door knob. Literally, with a gesture from his hands and a bit of juggling with the pizza. There is a woody shonk and the mechanism, now rendered a gleaming cylinder of metal, plops into his waiting hand.

Without a lock, the door creaks on its hinges as it opens. Just a fraction. But without a locking mechanism the door is no barrier.

[Viola Jones]

"Fuckin' seriously!" the Rahu hisses as the door opens.

Pressing forward into the shadowed opening into the cat kingdom, Viola having learned her lesson in the basement of this piss stained cesspool, her bones lengthen, giving her height, her muscles grow denser as she gains weight. Her hair grows, nails and teeth as well.

The Dalu surveys the room beyond the opening and pulls in that stinking scent.

  Dalu, Perception

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-05 12:43:09		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Perception (wits 3 + composure 2 +2 dalu) (10 Again)		4, 6, 1, 10, 7, 6, 9, 7		2 successes
2018-03-05 12:41:49		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Dalu (syam 3 +survival 2 +PU 2) (10 Again)		10, 9, 1, 3, 7, 2, 10, 6, 3		3 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

Viola in the kitchen now. Three doors - one leads back into the house, the other is the exit into the garden (whose door has been rendered ineffectual by Odie). Kitchen is faded paint, white and blue, with clashing furniture. Someone likes their folk remedies and herbs - jars of the stuff line the shelves; a few leather bound volumes here and there. The room is dim and unlit; the house is very quiet.

A third door leads into a dark cellar that is thick with the scent of chemicals and cat.

There a few more cat baskets on the floor. A couple of strays - one striped and the other a feral looking brown - hiss and scatter sensing the presence of predators.

Thought I had best set the scene for the kitchen at least.

[Chris Laurent]

Finally, this should do it. Unlock the door and slip inside, simple and clean. Of course all of that flows through Chris's mind before he turns and hears shonk. Then its an open jaw and look at Odin.

"...cheatin" A moment's hesitation before a smile grows and a thumbs up. Damn kid showing off. At least the pack is in and not standing there like idiots.

Following Viola in Chris follows her lead and swells into the near-Man. Taking a moment to pull himself mentally away from the smell and the smell and the cats and that fucking smell Chris takes a deep breath. Bringing wrapped hands up to his face he learns in and whispers softly to them. The fetishes itch as the spirit inside awakens and answers Chris's call.

With that Chris takes a breath and waits. The others need to get inside and then whatever the hell is going on here can be put down.

  1 suxx to activate Fetish

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-06 19:41:23		Chris rolls 7 to Activating Fetish (Harmony) (10 Again)		9, 6, 7, 4, 7, 7, 2		1 success

[Tristan Hardt]

Fucking cats. All he needs is one of them to grow into a big, gangly beast and ruin any chance of subtlety. But beast or no, cats aren't going to stop him. Tristan pulls out his gun - a precaution more than anything. Civilians tend to keep their mouths shut and take directions from a cop with a gun. His free hand pulls out the flashlight, next, and props it under his arm to take a try at the door to the shed.

Barring it being locked and this being irrelevant...

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-07 18:00:16		Tristan Hardt rolls 7 to Wits 4 + Composure 3 to spot potential stealthies (with flashlight) (10 Again)		1, 6, 9, 3, 6, 7, 10, 10, 5		3 successes

On the inside, he keeps on the alert. For, well, anything hiding in the dark.

[Yumyumcrow]

TRISTAN IN THE SHED

...With the pistol. And the flashlight.

Shed is unlocked and unassuming. Its not particularly big and packed with gardening equipment and supplies. Someone really likes their garden, outside appearances to the contrary.

Except its a ruse.

Tristan knows how to search. The clutter is a disguise through sheer weight and volume; it distracts from the floor. There is a trap door there.

And there isn't that much stuff blocking it. Curious...

THE HOUSE

Viola, Odie and Chris enter the house.

Wood floorboards creak as they adjust to extra weight of the Uratha in their Dalu half-man forms. Otherwise the kitchen spookily silent and filled with antique furniture. The fridge is moderately full but nothing about its contents scream strange: it really is the fridge of a couple of university students who can count on the support of family money to get them through.

Viola is certain that the scent is pure cat. Urban feline. Feral (or at least not very domesticated). A faint aroma of cleaning chemicals can be traced back to the cellar. Viola has been here before. Nothing has changed. Only the cat scent is stronger - someone has been collecting.

[Viola Jones]

With even purposeful steps Viola makes her way to the door leading to the basement, that's where she found the cloaks, might as well start there.

This time she flicks the light on before she decends.

Again she lets her senses guide her.

  perception 1 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-08 10:27:30		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Perception (wits 3 + composure 2 +2 dalu) (10 Again)		5, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 1		1 success