(Mission Impawsible) Everything Beagle

[Reed Mills]

Reed blinks once, twice. Shrugs. Happy to let Sonnie take the lead.

”Sounds good, boss. Let’s head on over. See what we can see.”

[Circe]

Circe's mouth moves for a couple of seconds without sound before she sighs and mutters lowly in Italian. She'd been asking what was the cover. The suggestions was made if they had no better ideas. Seriously, Circe didn't think it was that hard to grasp. She sighs, "Thank ya fer letting me know we have a plan fer how ta bullshit. Let's go with that."

She ends with a weak thumbs up offset by the slumped shoulders.

Ret2go

[Titania]

She rolls her eyes. It's a dog, how complicated would that be. "Let's just ask them about a missing dog. No need to provide further details"

[Sonnie Wu]

She gestured towards Titania with a smirk, "See? Starlight knows what's up."

Impatient monkey that she was, Sonnie waved a hand over her head and pointed in the direction of the bakery again. "Tally hoooooo!"

And off she went, assuming the others would follow along.

[Saber Sloth]

Deciding to start at the cafe nearest to them, the lost amble those few streets over to the bustling location. The warm smells of fresh baked good, mix with the bitter hint of coffee, with the scent of cooking meat. The sounds that spill out of the door, are pleasant, cheerful even. The cafe is moderately busy. There's a line, the tables have brunches placed upon them with a few happy people talking to each other, while the others are typing away at laptops or on phones.

On the window is a printed flyer. A grainy picture of several dogs, with large bold. 'DO NOT FEED' seared upon the top.

[Reed Mills]

Reed enjoys the walk over. Even manages to forget, for a moment, that they are searching for some sort of Hedge Dog on the run from his loving mother.

When they arrive at the cafe, he stops to scrutinize the flyer in the window. Rubbing his chin with long, brown fingers.

Turns to his fellow Lost: "Looks like this is the place. Want to grab some brunch?" He's only half kidding. Maybe he can get a bloody mary.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie eyed the poster about the dogs, checking to see if any of the mutts in the photo match Boy's description. "Hmmm," she said, and headed inside the cafe after her examination, regardless of the results. She waited in line like a good customer, rocking on her heels. Once she got up to the counter, the Beast smiled and leaned her elbows on the countertop.

"Hiya! I'll have a chocolate chip muffin! Oh, and what's up with that Do Not Feed sign? You guys got dog problems?"

It seems the monkey girl is just winging it and seeing how things pan out.

[Reed Mills]

Reed follows Sonnie’s cue, joining her at the counter.

”And, uh, you guys serve beer? Bloody mary’s? Mimosas?” Anything really.

While the hot monkey asks after the mutts, the Wizened looks around. Checking for anything out of the ordinary.

  Wits + Comp

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-09-13 08:22:44		Reed Mills rolls 5 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)		4, 9, 10, 4, 7, 5		2 successes

[Saber Sloth]

The line shortens, people are served, the scents of their treats fill the air as they pass by the Lost waiting in line. For Sonnie, the teenager at the till, nods and taps on the register in front of him, before eyeing Reed. "Uh, no. Sir. There's nothing alcoholic on the premises." an awkward little smile, drawing unfortunate attention to the attempts of facial hair hanging on my a tread on the lad's upper lip, "But we do have...uh...poppy seed muffins."

Turning back to Sonnie,

"Yeah. Lot of places have dog problems. All over town this pack of strays keep causing trouble. Food aggressive. They're - they're mean. Some people tried to feed 'em. Y'know cute dogs, give 'em a treat, but just encouraged them. Then when people tried to not, that's when they got mean. Heard one of 'em bit a kid."


For the Wizened, who's eyes are sharp, who's used to looking closely at plant and weed, he notices hunched shoulders and shifty eyes of staff and patron alike. How the gentle sounds of food and friends soften and die, as the teen starts talking about the dogs.

He hears sporadic bits of whispers.

" - animal control - "

" - twenty - "

" -- stitches, ya - "

" - saw 'em fuckin' huge - "

" - demons - "

[Circe]

Her ears twitch at the murmuring. Circe however looks to the teen and smiles warmly at him.

"Damn, oh I'll take a blueberry scone. Thanks cutie pie," Circe winks but still won't drink the coffee from this place again. "Shame about the dogs. Hate it when puppers hafta be put down but it happens right?" She taps her chin, "And they bit someone? I hope their okay. How long have the mutts been doin' this? Are they around often," the Fairest looks towards the door, "Should I be ready ta kick 'em away as soon as I leave the door?"