PRP-Paranoia- Sweat

[DrDog]

The Funderland changing room smells perpetually of sweat. Management had come up with a solution once, long ago, to add lavender oil mist. First day on the job Frances had such a bad allergic reaction that a photo of her bright red face with its hives now graces the exit into the park. It had stayed for years, as Frances Rodrigeuz rose through the Funderland security team, eventually making head of night security. Every employee has a Frances story, from the time she helped unlock a bike lock with a pen for Management to the time she covered for the janitor after a birthday party so he could take care of his sick son. Frances was good people, and good hearted about it. She took jokes about her husky frame 'it's called obese honey' with a laugh, and a smile, and a backhanded compliment back that made you feel appreciated and cared for.
No one knows exactly when it happened. Many still deny that anything has "happened." Some say it was when she shifted back to day shift for the new year. Others dismiss it as coincidence, that it started when she took down the picture of her allergic reaction. Whenever it happened, everyone in security has now noticed.

Something is wrong with Frances.

She hasn't cracked a joke in weeks. She is constantly watching, constantly patrolling. She's caught more gate jumpers in January than in all of the summer of 2020. Management is thrilled that she's being efficient, but she's slowly cutting herself off. Worse, those who know her best are the night shift, and she has been avoiding them too.
Even worse is that the ones who had been helped by her are just...letting go. Giving her space. The more they reach out, the more she pushes away, and for many, they just don't try that hard.

Some aren't done though. Some have heard about this, and are doing something.
You are one of them.

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Having heard of the occurrences from Ram she had of course volunteered her efforts to be of assistance. She had never needed to work at Funderland having had her resources secured in other ways and were mainly here for business involving her fellow Lost so most of the staff were unknown to her but they were of assistance to the freehold whether they knew it or not and for that they deserved to be helped and cared about. Besides a woman around her that weren't feeling good felt bad to the bones.

Arriving to the meeting place with a smile on her lips, dressed up a bit perhaps but not going for any sluttier or more instantly drawing looks. Besides most people would just see her in the clothes they liked to see her in any way without herself ever being the wiser, heck the clothes even looked far sluttier in the mirror when she herself looked.

Equipment

Ankle bracelet - hedgespun +1 defense.
Choker - hedgespun no effect.
Attack alarm/watch/flashlight
Small papper bag - Bouquet of flowers, a blue/red/white rose, fine ask of chocolates.
Purse - compact mirror, touchup makeup, voucher for a one day spa treatment at a local spa, smartphone, Zippo lighter, money (500$), smarties, doggie treats, notepad with a pen and lockpicks (+3).

Stats

Health: 7/7
WP: 2/2
Defense: 2
Armor: 0

Ram said ok to have told her about Frances, it just felt like a natural way to get involved.

[Ram]

Ram didn’t know Frances as well as others in security. He’d started only a couple months earlier and on day shift, so they didn’t cross paths that often. However, in addition to the stories everyone had about her, Ram had taken his fair share of extra shifts to try and earn some more cash. Those few times working nights had more than left him with a good impression of the woman and how she ran the evening team and made him feel a part of it.

Which was why it worried him so much when she’d switched to days and all that good humor and joy seemed to evaporate. He hated to admit but he had been one of the ones to give her space. He didn’t know her all that well after all and he was kind of hoping the others in security would step up.

After a few weeks though, he noticed it wasn’t happening. The team felt like it was falling apart. The tenuous ties to the mortals of Funderland were fraying and Ram HATED that.

Still, he wasn’t exactly confident in his ability to reach out successfully. He talked about his job often enough around the Freehold, so he’d mentioned his worries to a couple people in the hopes they would offer help. Yamiyo had offered assistance at least and he was more than happy she was willing to make the effort.

They’d agree to meet just outside the changing rooms just before end of shift. He didn't have a concrete plan but it would the best time to potentially catch Frances, his crew, or the night shift depending on which direction they wanted to take.

"Hey," he greeted the Romancer when he arrived "Glad you could come." He rubbed the back of his neck "I don't really have a plan here. I don't know if checking on her straight forward will work? She's been pushing away any time someone on the team tries to offer an ear. Just... not entirely sure how to help." And a spring courtier seemed an obvious choice when it came to dealing with the mortal aspects of his life. That was one of the purposes of their court after all. To keep the rest of them from getting sucked too far into war, or the Hedge, or hiding.

Equipment

Security uniform and equipment (ultimately up to ST but radio? Epi? Employee access ID). Civilian clothes in locker.

Stats

Health 8/8
Willpower 5/5
Defense 1
Armor: Security Uniform

[Titania]

As the - self appointed - creative director of Funderland, it was of course her duty to care for the mental health of her staff. And despite her productivity being skyhigh, she's heard the rumors about Frances. Hearbreak, perhaps?
Well, time to investigate. It's her day off, so she arrives in the morning dressed for a day out. She removes her sunglasses and drops her bag and smile on the front desk.

"Pip pip Francy. How is the day?", she says in her uncanny British Accent.

Equip

Fancy Clothes, Smartphone, Bottle of Water, Watch, compact, make up, Perfume

Stats

Health 8/8Willpower 2/2
Defense 2

[DrDog]

The changelings have met up just outside of the changing rooms, right by the staff entrance. There is a mingling of the shifts, as the day shift comes in and the cleaning crew and night security come in. More than a few employees are just like the changelings, sitting or standing and chatting in small groups. While Frances' name drifts frequently in the conversation, it is not so common that it has overpowered the major points of discussion, namely weekend plans and whose sleeping with whom. Frances herself has not made an appearance, and must still be in the changing room.

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Giving Ram one of her signature kind smiles, smiling and spreading joy were always a grand boon.
"Hello there A" lightly giggling "no horrible notes or texts please." Not being sure if he would get the reference, it was just the latest show she had started to watch and read.

Lowering her voice and speaking softly.
"I brought some flowers and chocolate, either to give or leave as a mystery gift from someone who appreciates her hard work or potentially some bribes." Thinking that fake romance might not be the right thing to do. "Well then let's gather some information up."

Looking around them, trying to spot the group with the most women whom belonged to night security, lightly touching her necklace before heading over to them not being shy at all.
"Good evening how are you all today?" Giving them all a warm smile as she softly spoke. "I heard that there have been a hefty increase in gate jumpers as of the new year, how work been for you and do you feel that there have been any shifts or anything unsafe as of late? Both in people overall or the area." Softly touching her necklace. "If there are any worries so would I love to hear them and could even bring them to the management for you if needed." Damn this were not her forte seduction and pillow talk were far easier or at least charms but that she could try later if she found a good receptor for it and if it were needed.

Equipment

Ankle bracelet - hedgespun +1 defense.
Choker - hedgespun no effect.
Attack alarm/watch/flashlight
Small papper bag - Bouquet of flowers, a blue/red/white rose, fine ask of chocolates.
Purse - compact mirror, touchup makeup, voucher for a one day spa treatment at a local spa, smartphone, Zippo lighter, money (500$), smarties, doggie treats, notepad with a pen and lockpicks (+3).

Stats

Health: 7/7
WP: 2/2
Defense: 2
Armor: 0

Sorry I completely forgot to mention her necklace in the first post so if it's not ok to have so will I remove it. Otherwise so is it just a normal necklace, the only thing special with it being that it is the lesbian flag.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie Wu showed up, slightly late perhaps, and unsurprisingly stuffing her face. The Beast, dressed in her active lifestyle wardrobe, carried a pink take-out box from a bakery in one hand. The other paw was holding a chocolate-covered donut, from which she had already taken a couple of bites.

"Yo, sup dawgs?" She chirped between bouts of chewing. "Honestly, a dozen donuts at this price is a steal." It wasn't clear on if she planned to share any of her baked goods as she glanced around. "Anyone seen Francois?"

Equipment: Hedgespun quarterstaff (+1 DMG), hedgespun boots (+2 SPD), hedgespun pendant (+1 DEF), 3 throwing knives (concealed), ziploc baggie with 2 ertwens, thermos with 1 dose of coupnettle tea, smartphone, bottle of water, bag of flamin' hot cheetos, plastic keychain of cartoon cloud blowing wind.

Health 8/8, Willpower 4/4

[Ram]

Ram smiled when Titania appeared looking fashionably gorgeous as normal.

“Hey Eleanor. You here to check up on Frances too?” While it did feel she might be a bit too upscale for talking to lowly security, the Ogre was still glad to have her.

Sonnie though… was she carrying a staff? God damn. There was always ready for battle and there was being obvious about it. A curse might have been muttered if Titania hadn’t been nearby. He supposed he should be grateful to have so much support from the Spring court but he still couldn’t help but frown a bit. “Frances,” he corrected her.

Yamiyo seemed ready to dive right in, which both impressed Ram and made him anxious. It felt like he was going into battle without a plan but he couldn’t help but admire the ease she had with talking to mortal strangers.

Before joining in himself he decided to give at least a brief brief to the two others. “Uh, like I was saying to Yamiyo, Frances has been pushing away any direct offers of help. So, we’ll talk with some of her night shift friends. See if they know what’s going on with her.” He gave a quick pained smile before following the graceful klutz over to the night shift group.

“Hey,” he said with an awkward grin “These are a couple of my friends,” he said nodding to each of his fellow changelings in turn “I was just telling the about working security in the park. They were interested in hearing other people’s opinions,” he said, trying to cover any suspicion on why they were suddenly being approached with strange questions.

[DrDog]

The night security men look at Yamiyo as she approaches with some confusion, though there is a not easily readable expression slightly deeper on many faces.
"Hey lady, we are just trying to keep kids from taggin this palce and breaking stuff. Who are-" The lead one, Russel, as Ram knows him, cuts himself off as Ram approaches, "Hey bud, you're friends with Hermione Granger over here? She seems like trouble, and not the fun kind." His tone is not hostile, but it is certainly not friendly. "As for what's going on? Things are fine." He looks directly at Titania and nods, as does the rest of the group. "No one's got any complaints right? And we do like the work."

Necklace is fine.

[Titania]

"Psst", she knows whispering into ears is bad form, but this one time they'll let it be an exception, "Sonnie, Sonnie. Don't you find this guy rude?"

Equip
Fancy Clothes, Smartphone, Bottle of Water, Watch, compact, make up, Perfume

Stats
Health 8/8Willpower 2/2
Defense 2