(Memory Lane) Parks and Planning

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High summer. The city simmers under a brazen sky, breathes in heat, and radiates a pall of warmth. Everything slows down in this, the mysterious fiesta time of afternoon. There will be a rush of activity later in the afternoon that will settle into a pleasant, balmy evening. Even the waters of William Land Park Pond don't seem to help. The water is placid to the point of stillness and the thick shield of trees around the landmark are stultified and silent in the heat. There is no movement: no one to watch and bother as the Lost gather.

Echo Saber Sloth finds a spot under the largest stand of trees near the butterfly shaped pond. Almost opposite and across the tepid water, is the William Carroll Amphitheatre - but that landmark faces away from the Pond. And away from the Lost. Its a fitting place to sunbathe, catch up, and discuss an innocuously parked car that had set someone's alarm bells ringing.

A trouble shared, perhaps?

Benji Wolfgang Origins Circe @Sabastian Grace Jason Devereux

[Echo]

Echo is the first to arrive, expected really. She's the one who's hosting this shindig, even if she's cheapping out with this venue. And no h'orderves.

Whatever.

This was waaaaay more important then her lazy ass hosting.

She pulls out her phone with the details of the two creepers. Rental company's number, the plate number, and a scant description. Nice, girl. Freckles. Oval face - ya and hoddie guy. Fit. Nice. Yummy

Gawd. Her note taking skills totally needed improvement.

[Circe]

Circe was sure of one thing. It is too hot. In deference to the heat, she'd bothered to get a wide brimmed gardener's hat. It, thankfully, didn't match the black tote on her shoulder or grey coat. The former was needed for the laptop and the latter for other reasons. Not that she didn't have a secured footlocker in the Rogue Mobile just in case.

Walking along the path, Circe had no trouble finding Echo's meeting spot quickly. The meeting spot was a pleasant enough. Made the Fairest wish she'd known about it to come under better circumstances. The elven Lost walks up to Echo without hesitation, only offering a nod of greetings before turning around to plop herself down to sit beside the feline Darkling.

Circe sighs, "It's too hot," then looks at Echo, "So what's up? Or are we waiting for others first?" The elf leaned over to try and take a look at the Echo's phone.

[Echo]

The Lioness is one part joyous at the heat, paradoxically so. It hurt her now, the sun. Beating down upon her, the memories of the Endless Desert searing, scorching, burning her from the inside out.

She flicks her mirror shades down, looking upon the Lost who've headed her call with her blade sharp eyes.

"Circe! .....Wolfgang? Right ya? Like the chef. And Jason, hey. Ya. Shit's happening. Or I think there is. Kay. So. Here's what's up." she starts, words tumbling out of her mouth, "So. There was this car. It was hanging around Funderland for a loooong ass while. Like too long. So I started poking around. Just in case it was a pedo after the kids, or like. A monster after us."

Flicking her broken glass claws up, "First. The car. Rental. I got the company name and their number." another clawed finger joins the first, "Second. Bags, cables and wires. Like combat boots and camo stuff I think inside. Didn't get a good look. Car was locked with the alarm one." a third, "Third. There were two of 'em. Saw them when they came back to the car. A guy and a girl. The girl has this like nice face. Oval. Nice, cute freckles. And a guy. In a hoodie, looked fit, couldn't really see his face. And ya. Didn't get names. Didn't want them to know I was checking out their car and, y'know. Them." she says, drumming her claws against her folded legs.

"Soooooooo. Ya. That's all I got. Oh! Wait. They came out of the woods like near Funderland and they were totally camo'd up! Like, they were looking around like seriously out there. Sooo, ya. That's it. Promise." she nods, shrugging, "So. Ya. Now what. Like I know we need ta deal with them. Like who the fuck are they and why the fuck are they hanging around. But ya, like. Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Concerns?"

[Circe]

Circe turns away from spying, uh, examining Echo's cellphone upon Wolfgang's arrival. "Oh yeah, sure Wolfgang," Circe raises her arm, the blue skin of her left hand catches light from the sun. Or perhaps it is sweat? And she gives the sun the finger. She let the arm flop back down as she sent Wolfgang a smirk, "That's about it for me. Maybe I should look inta those contracts instead of tryin' ta get a bazooka."


"Sup Jason. I'd suggest getting in the shade before ya bake," she weakly waves at the last Lost to arrive. Now her attention is fully on Echo.


As Echo explained what the problem was Circe's jovial mood died away. "That ain't good," was all she could say at first. Possibilities abounded. "I can think of a few threats that'd come after us. But most like us, ya know, would do sneaking if they had the right tricks. Why camo up if ya can turn inta a shadow?" Circe leans her head to the right and cups her chin in her right hand. She hummed in thought, "Norman hired muscle? Or very serious pedos?"

  Recalled a rumor

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-11 15:17:56		Circe rolls 6 to recall something (10 Again)		4, 4, 10, 1, 5, 9, 2		2 successes

Circe had heard rumors about something that could be worse, "Ugh, could be monster hunter nuts. I've heard a few horror stories." Like it was not enough to be hunted for fun by Fae monsters and the world just had to throw in some human ones.


The descriptions didn't really help. Nor would the other details with just that. "I have a laptop. No facial software on it outside of Google. I could try accessin' the rental company and see if they were stupid enough ta pay by credit," the Summer Queen's ashen locks bounce as she shakes her head in the negative, "I know its unlikely but people can be stupid. Do ya have pictures of 'em Echo? If they're normans some of my associates could've sold stuff to them."


If the two were mortals then talking to her colleagues would be like searching for a specific needle in a stack of needles. They could get lucky and know exactly what the opposition was packing. But Circe could also try Google face search if Echo had pictures.

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Echoe does not have any pictures of the woman or the man. She does have the name of the car rental company - ROBYN'S CAR HIRE - along with the company's office address and phone number.