MR: Helping Hands

[Witch]

Knowing that her presence at the shop wasn't to get lost in crafting, Witch was careful not to get sucked into any of the projects that were scattered about the area that she had claimed for her own. Since that first day back with Chambers when she had picked, the area had changed with the addition of work benches and shelving units. Both now full of the supplies she needed.

Although there was the usual disarray expected from any working area, it wasn't actually messy. Years of living in a tiny home had instilled a habit of keeping, or at least trying to keep, tidy. And so it was that the totes filling the shelves were neatly labeled.

Skulls.
Flowers.
Glues.
Mounts.

And the items on the benches clearly delineated with empty space to keep the various projects apart. Here a deer skull and a simple wood mount, clearly the starting phase of the project. Over there a completed project, the supplies around it packing material indicating it was soon to be shipped out.

And there. In her bag hung on the hook near the door. The object that she was hoping to speak to Chambers and Aurora about today. She had debated back and forth this morning about bringing it. Not wanting to, she ultimately did, knowing that there was a very good chance the two mages would want to see it. And once you committed to something, you might as well carry through.

Supplies

Supplies: Backpack w/collection kit, water, cash. Cell phone. Magical tool. Abyssal Knife

Stats

Health:
Mana:
WP:
Armor 0
Defense 3

Vulgar 0
Active Spells: 0
Personal Spells: 0

[Chambers]

An Interior door opens, the one from Chambers own workshop in the other side of the building. The hiearch steps through dressed simply in a stone grey waistcoat over black shirt and trousers. A bleached white short stem pipe is tucked through the belt. he still had the silken gloves he uses to work with in one hand and his heavy leather apron over the same arm, evidently he had been working on something himself till near that moment. In his other hand is the toolbox he had mentioned. In truth a Victorian apothecary box used to transport his various magic related tools and equipment.

This box is placed upon the ground and he kneels to open it keeping the contents largely hidden unless someone takes the eofrt to notice. When he stands in his hand is a watch maker's loupe strange considering his craft has nothing to do with clock work, but still maybe the magnification has it's uses in detailing gravestones?

Giving the diamond lens a polish as he stands again, the box resolutely closed he looks over to Witch wit ha warm smile. "Councillor Witch." Opting for formality until he knew otherwise, this place was for Moros business after all and she was the Councillor, interim Councillor till they had three again anyway, of their shared path. "I am rather intrigued to find out what all of this is about." The follow up text had mentioned information gathering and it was rare indeed for the guardians and the mysertium to collaborate on such endeavors.

[Aurora]

The text was unexpected, but she was of course, eager to help.

Arriving on time, with her messenger bag slung over her shoulder at the address provided, she wasn’t sure what to expect. Not knowing what Witch could need assistance with, but hoping she would be able to provide it.

The messenger bag held some notebooks, and a few containers that she had started to carry since her and Chambers had reacquired the bees. She didn’t know what help was needed, so she brought what she had. And her dedicated magic tool, because she never left home without that.

Grey eyes look at the building from behind sunglasses before opening the door carefully and slowly, “Hello?” she calls out. It gave the impression of some sort of store front. “It’s Madison.” Sliding her sunglasses off and slipping them into the bag.

Equipment

Notebook, pen/pencil, dedicated magical tool, cell phone on silent, incense(rose), small ball of wool yarn, ruler

[Witch]

Hearing the door open to where Chambers had his workshop, she finished putting the items in her hand away and turned to smile a greeting as he entered.

"Heirarch," she offered with a smile and a nod. She was ok with the titles, after all he had his for a reason. And that reason was partially why she had reached out to him in the first place.

Hearing Aurora's voice, she called out "We are in here!"

It wasn't a huge building, her voice would be clear enough direction. A second smile, a second greeting when she inevitably walked through the door. "Thanks for coming. I apologize, I don't have a great sitting area." Yet. That was something that could be remedied and she imagined it was something Chambers would be ok with as well.

"So- since I can't play proper hostess, might as well jump to business." She glanced to Chambers with a quick smile, his earlier comment about being intrigued coming to mind.

"How much do either of you know about what went down at the Wax Museum some time back?"

Supplies

Supplies: Backpack w/collection kit, water, cash. Cell phone. Magical tool. Abyssal Knife

Stats

Health:
Mana:
WP:
Armor 0
Defense 3

Vulgar 0
Active Spells: 0
Personal Spells: 0

[Chambers]

The sound of a knock and a door opening draws Chambers attention quickly, a poor time for client or customer to be walking in. We really should have locked the doors. However the problem swiftly resolves itself as Auroras voice, and moniker call through. "I see we have company." Far from a complaint though, this made the situation all the more interesting.

He continues to polished the diamond lens of the loupe in his hands a few more time before holding it up to inspect the the performance, apparently satisfied the cleaning cloth is stashed in a pocket. "Councillor Aurora." Giving the Shaman a warm smile. "Welcome to our rather humble meeting place." The store front and workshops might be a small part of the greater structure but the red brick building boosted grander size then first appearances would lead someone outside to believe.

Witch was rather full of smiles today counting four since he had entered the room. That only added to the curiosity of the request for help. "Wax museum?" A small frown coming to his own features. "Nothing. I've had reports of a traveling wax show, from the arrows, is this a related issue?" The lack of seating doesn't seem to be an issue as he has no objections or problems simply standing in his spot by the connecting door, but there is enough body language ticks to tell the possible revelation of a new problem has his mind working much faster then it had been moments ago.

As a 5 dot site it is actually on par with a large hotel for size.