(Memory Lane) Hotel Action

[Yumyumcrow]

They had found their quarry.

Private Investigator Emmanuel Pico and the enigmatic amnesiac Beverley Winter were staying at moderately priced hotel in downtown Sacramento. They had a suite, which was both base camp and general office. Pinning down an ideal time to visit was difficult as the pair moved around a lot. Searching for something obviously - a pattern was beginning to form now as the pair increasingly spent time in Old Sacramento and North Sacramento near the flood works and tunnels. They would soon find whatever it was they sought.

Which meant that the time to challenge them was now.

As fate would have it, Beverley Winter had gone off on her own (taking the rental car to boot). Emmanuel Pico had lodged himself at the small cafe in the hotel's ground floor lobby. He was sitting with his back to the wall and deeply engrossed in his laptop.

And we continue Vincent Titania Xadun Rhodes Circe Origins Blink Whisper . What you do is up to you. Enjoy.

[Titania]

Meet this Pico gentleman. Discover what he knows, and send him on a wild-goose chase. She took a deep breath. If it's for the good of the Freehold, I can do it.

Unfortunately, the little star-child was hopeless in her predicament. Not only she lacked in the basics of subtlety, she wasn't practicing any form of disguise after all, but in matching discretion to boot, for unbeknownst to her, the seemingly anonymous outfit she had picked - a white turtleneck and a pair of matching jeans - had been sabotaging her effort to pass unnoticed. And so, by the time she had reached the front desk, miffed by the voices and the noise that no doubt fill any crowded established, her face had taken a forlorn and downtrodden expression.

"G-greetings. M-might I inquire about one of your guests?", she says fidgety while looking down to the floor.

[Circe]

Outside Circe had made sure to dress for success. For black was always fashionable, even if a bulky hoodie that hid most of her face and baggy pants weren't her normal preference. She'd a bunch of those black stretchy gloves and a navy blue handkerchief in the hoodie's pouch.


Black eyeliner, lipstick, hair dye, contacts, and some Halloween makeup lent her a pale Goth look with blue eyes. She had her head down and was checking her smart phone with a scowl, looking quite like the Goth stereotype. Circe's scowl this wasn't faked. Pico just had to not have a separate office didn't he? And where were the other's?


Circe hoped they had dressed abnormally too. In a spark of brilliance the elf had a second outfit on under her clothes. Outfit was being generous for the corset and miniskirt combo.


Whether they broke in now or when Pico went to investigate was uncertain. Majority rules she supposed.

[Rhodes]

Rhodes had prepared the symbols in advance, using the point that Ingrid's original symbols pointed to and creating a new one subtly directing people that interpreted it back away from Funderland and towards the business district. An evening of setting more tags in that area that pointed scrupulous users out towards the North and over the river.

The Fairest sidled along to meet with the Summer Queen. "Tags are set," he announces quietly without preamble. "Has Titania set off? Once she meets Pico, we should be away."

YYC - let me know if you want some sort of roll for devising the tags. Expression, Occult and Academics all jump as possible avenues to me, but le t me know

[Yumyumcrow]

The staff at the front desk is a friendly faced round woman with large eyes and even larger smile; the kind of smile that is infectious and disarming. Her accent is titled toward Spanish but her enunciation of English is clear and controlled.

"We can try. Do you know their name? And will they be expecting you, miss...?"

She waits, poised and conspiratorial, by a terminal.

[Titania]

"T-that would be most gracious indeed, thank you", she smiled back, already fond of the rubicund woman.
"Pi...Pimco?", she said in her British accent, half remembering the name, "No, Mr. Pico. Mr. Emmanuel Pico", she said. "He's a private dic...", almost letting Circe's undue linguistic habits take over, obviously a bad influence. Realizing that, she covered her mouth with a hand, concentrated on a point on the wall behind the desk stymying her face from growing red, and then began speaking again. "I apologize... Mr. Pimco is a private investigator. A detective, I'm told"

[Circe]

"Hmm," Circe nods to Rhodes as her eyes rise up from the phone to look out towards the front desk. "Looks like she's at step one. If we'd had more time I could'a created a fun distraction," she wiggles her smart phone, "Send out a rare Pokemon alert ta have the place mobbed. Eh," the Gothic disguised woman shrugs, "Next time."

[Rhodes]

"Well, live and learn," Rhodes says drily. "Would you care for assistance turning the office over, or shall I be ready should Titania need some assistance? She's ever so edgy. Poor thing." The tone is neutral.

[Circe]

"I have my keys and the right accessories," Circe picks her words carefully, "Ya don't wanna clean without the right things. Nobody likes ta leave smudges behind," she looks at Titania, "Aaaand while she could use the help wasn't the reason ya ain't there cause the private dick might know yer face?"

[Titania]

"Oh, silly old me. I'm Miss Tessier. Eleanor Tessier", she wrapped her arms around herself in discomfort. Idiot. "I... I don't think he's expecting me. I haven't scheduled an appointment, bad form on my account, I apologize", she added.