(Memory Lane) Rent That Car!

[Yumyumcrow]

ROBYN'S CAR HIRE is a small car rental company, run from a small and uninspiring office, which is part of a small and uninspiring commercial precinct, in a pretty uninspiring part of Sacramento. There is concrete, some wide open space, and more concrete. The area is a literal dead zone, a place so bland it could be over looked and ignored. In the summer haze, the area is roasting as the concrete bounces back the glaring radiation of the yellow sun.

Its a pretty dispiriting lead, really.

At least you have the license details of the car you seek, right? Thats something. And you have the description of an oval faced woman with freckles... And a man in a hoodie.

@Circe Origins Jason Devereux Sebastian Grace your scene begins here.

[Circe]

Circe is less then thrilled with the weather, but it could help with negotiations. Hence the v-neck T she was wearing. No way was she wearing her suit for this. Even if she needed to forgo her favorites safety accessory to make it work. That was in her car with a change of clothes. Circe turns her head to face Jason, "Thanks for not talkin' shit about the Rogue Mobile," giggling, "So, which line of bullshit are we gonna feed the clerks here? Best ta get our story straight before we go in, yeah?"


Returning lost property from the park, investigation for trespassing, there were so many options.

[Circe]

Circe nods in agreement with his assessment of her car. She'd nostalgia reasons to keep it too, a reminder. As for the plan, "Hmm, good idea. Wait here a minute." Circe jogs back to her car's passenger door. Opening it she bends down to rummage through the glove box. Circe lets out a "Got ya!" before closing up the car and returning.


In her hand she is holding a Funderland ID badge, which includes Circe's face. Well, it is the face of her Mask giving a cheeky grin to the camera. It also lists her as SECURITY. "This'll help," she steps up beside John. Then lightly elbows him in the ribs, "Good thing for us I got a security badge and not maintenance, right?" Circe walks up to the door and opens it. She holds it open whilst looking at Jason,"Shall we good sir?"

If Jason goes in Circe will follow along instantly.

Equipment on Circe: Cellphone, Funderland Security Guard ID, concealed carry permit.

[Yumyumcrow]

The little office is small, dominated by a raised reception desk and a brand spanking new AC that squats, squirming, like a big maggot in a corner. The air is chilled - perhaps a little too chilled - and cuts into them as they make their entrance. A waiting area is right by the door where a few chairs hug the walls, in fright of the horrible looking table that sits between them.

A woman - youngish, bored, bland with adult acne - absently chews gum from behind her shield reception desk.

[Circe]

Well this was less then pleasant. Circe didn't let that stop her as enters. Having had enough of waiting. Circe walks up to the desk without hesitation as her left hand clutched her Security ID. The blueberry elf smiled and gave a little wrist wave with her right hand, "Hello there. How are you today? I hope I am not interrupting but I've some questions if you would be so kind as to answer them. Please?"

If her charms couldn't work on the girl then perhaps Jason could use sex appeal to get something out of the homely mortal.

[Yumyumcrow]

The receptionist straightens for a few moments. Gum pops in her mouth.

"Um. Sure. I can try?" The receptionist does not sound particularly thrilled.

[Circe]

Circe smiles, "I was wondering if you could help me. Can you give me the contact for whomever is renting a car with this number," she gives out the license plate number. As well as the description.

"I work for Funderland," she shows her ID, "And we're a little worried that the car has been regularly parked after hours at and around the park. We've had some complaints. It is a park for children so we'd really like to figure out what they're doing there. Can you please help?"

D'oh, fail

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-07 22:12:26		Circe rolls 7 to Sweet talking (10 Again, WillPower)		2, 2, 1, 5, 7, 7, 1		failure

[Yumyumcrow]

The receptionist appear to shut down, simply staring ahead (or maybe through Circe) while her mouth grinds. And grinds. And grinds.

Finally, she blows a bubble.

"Ah. Eh. Look. I'd like to help but if this is a car rental firm. If you have concerns I'd suggest you take it up with the police. 'Cause... Um... I can't just give you the information. Its under our privacy policy. OK?"

The sweet talking appeared to have had no effect.