(Memory Lane) Car Park and Beyond

[Yumyumcrow]

Summer brings out the best in things. A splash of green; the play of light; rustle of leaves in the breeze. The scene says 'contentment'. Here, in the late afternoon with a cooling tremor playing in the tree tops. The car park is bright and airy. The witnesses - as evidenced by the number of cars in the parking area - are few (and best yet, accounted for).

The Changeling's have the car park and its immediate environs to themselves!

The car park is relatively small and juts off a trunk road that curves through the wider William Land Park. Trees and landscaping both conspire to create a sense of tranquil isolation. One might easy think they are in the middle of the rural wilds and not in the heart of Sacramento's urban sprawl. The air smells of greenery and asphalt radiating heat.

@Saber Sloth Echo Wolfgang Benji your scene begins here

[Echo]

Wearing her mirror shades and a hat, Echo hoped it would keep out more of the sun, but she knew that it wouldn't. Nothing would but the embrace of the dark.

Ugh. Meow she just sounded like a goth. She rolls her blade sharp eyes before turning them to work.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-29 11:37:16		Echo rolls 4 to Perception (Wits 3 + Composure 2 -1clarity5) (10 Again)		3, 10, 4, 8, 1		2 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

Wolfgang performs his Contract and is inundated by a chorus of metallic voices, all clamouring for his attention. Awareness follows in a series of shocking waves of knowing and sensation. The few vehicles he could see already (the sudden awareness of their shape and volume interacting in space was... unique). What he was not prepared for was the fence (an airy, wrought iron serpent) and the street lighting (guardian sentinels) or the wiring beneath the earth (worms. Many. Many. Worms).

The fence was bent and broken near the limits of his awareness. Hidden by the wondrous verdant profusion of the park.

Echo doesn't see half as much as Wolfgang. The scene has not changed that much since she was last here. The car they seek is nowhere to be found.

[Echo]

She kinda figured buuuuut. Mer.

"Car's not here." she says, turning back to Wolfgang and his chattering. Her head tilts, ears twitching, always weird and wonderful to see people invoking Clauses.

"Was a burgundy red hatchback. Can your-" she wiggles her broken glass claws, "Figure it out?" she blinks, "Like, I don't doubt they? It? Can, but like. Is that enough, don't remember much else like. Uhhhh," she draws out, thinking, "Had a blue-darkish blue panel over the uhhh-left wing. Yah! So...." she waits, kicking the rocks under foot. Not quite knowing what to do. She wasn't good at planning, and knowing, and figuring out. Give her something to kill and she's your cat.

[Yumyumcrow]

The fence reciprocates Wolfgang's consolation in a welter of images and a sense of highly guarded violation held through time.

Time.

Time is not something metal can impart to a Lost; not well, at least.

Wolfgang sees the hooligan's he savaged the fence. Not once, but thrice. Cruel little sicko's who take devious delight in simply wrecking things; who see it as a challenge for their bored, thuggish, little minds. He also sees the old maintenance guy who put up a valiant effort attempting to fix the damage the vandals wrought. Time and space collapse into the montage, so the Wizened would be hard pressed saying exactly when this duel happened, or how long it took. Clearly though, the valiant old maintenance guy lost and the fence was left compromised.

Then, curiously, is Ingrid with a bag of spray paint. She climbs all over the wounded fence, adding to the outrage, but does nothing to fix it. She actually looks quite satisfied with the hole in the fence, judging by the metal's outraged remembrance.

Last, and most recently, is a man in a hoody and a woman with freckles and an oval face. The woman hangs on the fence but does not cross its wounded threshold. The man, lanky and long limbed, climbs over the wounded section with skilled ease. The Wizend sees his face: an ugly mulatto whose features seem to big for his bone structure. The man and the woman have a muffled conference upon his return from Funderland: about how the trail of "bread crumbs" leads here; does the place "ring any bells?"; the woman chickens out in confusion and the pair disappear.

[Echo]

The outrage is easy to see. The sorrow, the frustrated almost tears, and the quick way the wizened walks to the fence, cut and splayed open.

"It's okay to cry," she says. Her own silver blade sharp eyes, see the delicate silver threads of the fence, serpentine twists and ties, torn open and bleeding. "I don't know what happens when you invoke your clause, but....you can talk to metal, and metal can talk back. It's okay to cry." she repeats, "A crime happened right?"

She wants to offer a hug to the Autumn, but doesn't. She knew some didn't like touch, and right now might not be the best time. They were on the clock as it were. They had a puzzle to solve, a mystery to find answers to.

"Okay. No paint." she says, nodding. Feeling superfluous, as Wolfgang works, but offering that same kind tone as before.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-05 10:19:23		Echo rolls 7 to empathy yo (wits 3 + Empathy 4) (10 Again)		6, 7, 2, 6, 9, 9, 1		2 successes

[Echo]

"Uhhh Ingrid?" Echo blinks, tilting her head, she reaches for her phone. Arching a brow when WG says 'breadcrumbs'. "I'm gonna text her and see if she....wants to share." that was more polite then doubting what the fence said to the owlish man.

As she awkwardly types out her messages with her broken glass claws, shaking her head. This was her life now, and she can't even throw stones.

Texts to Ingrid!

Hey there's an issue with the fence, it's got a hole you know anything about that?

And about the breadcrumbs leading through here?

"Well, the the description you gave me from your valiant serpentine sentry," nodding towards the fence, "Certainly sounds like the dude and chick I saw. And from what I saw, I'm gonna assume they'll poke around some more. So surveillance, and prob some ambush ideas if we need to would be a good ta plan."

Crossing her arms, phone held in her hand, "Can't be the front man if we don't want them suspecting anything, but I could play bait. They know my face, Maskless too. If they can See.....and I wasn't very sneaky. So I'm really, very, sure they marked me as 'highly suspicious'. Or um, like a complete fucking weirdo." she shrugs.