(House Call) Door Knocking

[Yumyumcrow]

The shrieks on rusted hinges. Clumps of knotted grass and vegetation resist the gate's opening with what force they can muster. It is a sign of things to come.

The front yard is overgrown. Piles of junk and refuse rise like hills above the rampant growth. Flowerbeds, grown untamed through neglect, reach out to scratch and claw. A combi van wallows, rusting, in the early evening sun, and like a great beast it cuts off one side of the yard from view. Even the air is oppressive: the days heat bleeds upwards from the crackled path, stifled as the thick vegetation respires. Screened by a mix of fence and trees even the sounds of the street, such as they are, seem to recede.

The house is all old blistering paint. A fortress locking out the world with its doors and windows shut; curtains limit the view of what lies within.

This continues directly from the previous scene. Any Glamour or Willpower expenditures carry over.

Mhairi Ankaa Circe Thomas Land Brigid McCarthy Saber Sloth unlimited sink Origins Forn Clakes - your adventure continues here.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Neglect didn't cover the state of the front yard and the house - or what Mhairi could see of it - was much of the same. The Ashen Wisp wondered just what the inside looked like. It was probably going to smell bad. A hoarders paradise is what the wisp is imagining. Piles of junk to heed their progress, and sound an alarm if they had to come back when night fell.

Pushing all that aside, Mhairi placed a smile on her face, and waited for Brigid to knock.

[Thomas Land]

After climbing out of the vehicle, Thomas stands, fidgeting with his stuffy clothing. It's too hot for his professorial attire, but the Mole-Man knows no other way to dress. And so he suffers.

Quietly, he waits for the others to exit the car and begin their approach. When Brigid McCarthy passes, however, the Beast does an odd thing. He reaches out with a clawed hand, and gingerly flicks at some cat-hair stuck to her shoulder. He does it with a weak smile, but those beady eyes are distant as he calls on the Wyrd to give the Wizened a bit of luck.

Thomas is using Favored Fate on Brigid, hoping to give her a boost with her social maneuvering. +4 to her next Dice Pool!

Approaching the house now, the Mole-Man looks nervously about himself at the general disarray of the domicile and its environs. Stopping at the back of their cohort, waiting to make contact with those inside, he keeps watch for anything out of the ordinary.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-26 11:26:30		Thomas Land rolls 5 to Perception Wits2 + Composure3 (10 Again)		8, 7, 4, 2, 5		1 success

[Circe]

Circe is less then thrilled at the prospect of trying to play the grieving friend wearing a utility jumpsuit. Oh well, she'd leave it to Brigid and try to avoid causing trouble. A smirk crossed her face as an idea came to her, before she quickly suppressed the smile. The Fairest exits the car after putting it into park and pocketing the keys.

She was a little curious why Thomas was going with silent support of Brigid. Still, she follows along with the group. She walks past Thomas and first looks down at one of the lawn's "decorations," before looking around the yard, trying to school a confused expression on her face.

Circe tries to imitate Thomas, looking around the area. Her intent is far less cautionary then his. She is trying to case the place if they have to come back at night.

4 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-26 21:18:45		Circe rolls 6 to Perception Check (10 Again)		8, 6, 4, 10, 7, 7, 10, 10, 3		4 successes

In the back of her head she had a vital wish. I hope these normans don't speak Italian. Circe could plead a lot of ignorance if she could pretend English wasn't her mother tongue. Maybe pretend to be an Uber?

[Yumyumcrow]

Brigid knocks. There is no reply.

Thomas looks about him and see's nothing out of place. Its just the overgrown yard of an obvious hoarder.

Circe looks about her with more nefarious intent. The windows that she can see are not openly barred but they do look sealed. Locked windows won't pose that much of a problem, providing she has the right equipment. Of course, there is plenty of material in the front yard that she could use to simply smash a window open - but that would be noisy.

And then there is a plant pot near the carport. Its a prominently placed plant pot with a large plant that is alternately unkempt and sunburnt. Circe's keen instincts kick in: it could be the spot where a spare key might be hidden.

Of course, there is also the sound her keen cattish ears pick up. A faint, yet distinct:

"Mew"

The sound drifts from the house.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

The knock goes unanswered.

Mhairi wonders if they should knock again, see if they're home or not, or try and get the door open. Stupid of her to forget her lockpicks.

Mhairi steps away from the pouch and onto the overgrown mess that was the front lawn, the wisp tries to peak into the window, hoping to see if the house's occupants were occupying the space, or if they were out.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-27 10:25:12		Mhairi Ankaa rolls 5 to Perception (Wits 3 + Composure 2) (10 Again)		5, 9, 6, 2, 6		1 success

[Thomas Land]

Thomas waits. And waits some more.

His mole's head swivels as he takes in his companions, watches Brigid wait for an answer. Circe and Mhairi check out the house itself.

When the knock is greeted by the sound of a cat, Thomas can't help but wonder what, exactly, they're doing here. While he waits, the Mole-Man tries to remember exactly what Ser Wibble had told them of the home and its occupants.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-27 11:37:55		Thomas Land rolls 7 to Remembering Ser Wibble's Details Intel4 + Comp3		8, 3, 5, 2, 3, 6, 10		2 successes

She'd had many children, the hob had said. And they were low-born beasts. Could he have been speaking of cats? What else? Oh yes--a dead pool around back! Perhaps there will be more answers in the backyard if no one answers?

The Mole Man moves close to Mhairi, whispering in her ear, his earthy smell coming off him in waves: "Could Ser Wibble have meant, hm, cats when he spoke of his Love's children?" He's quiet for a moment, listening again to the mew mews coming from inside the house. "And, also, perhaps we should, um, check the back yard for, well, signs of life..."

[Circe]

Sealed for security, safety, or lack of use windows were way worse then locked windows. Not that she had the tools for opening them but she could get 'em. Spare keys however were just brilliant! Wasn't breaking and entering if you had a key.

She walks beside Mhairi, "I see some options for plan B. And I can hear cats but no people," she looked over at Otto, "A house full of cats without people? That'd be too good. I think the spare key is in the plant pot."

And Brigid brought them "the knocking, part deux!" "Agreed Thomas. If no answer, I vote check the back then grab the spare key."