nevada ♔ tie your own rope

[everyredcent]

WHO || Faye, Tybalt, Miles, Jaina, Solace, and Christos
WHAT || The Knights investigate the neighborhood where the disappearances have been occurring
WHERE || Nevada
WHEN || April 17th [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

There's nothing sinister whatsoever about Oak Street, as Christos steers the rented van onto the street and parks against a curb. Well watered and neatly trimmed lawns frame cheerful suburban houses, a paper boy rides past on a bike, a couple strolls by hand in hand eating dripping ice cream cones. Down the block, children are visible hooting and whooping as they swing from monkey bars on a small playground while mothers wait on benches and chat politely, happy to soak up the sun and get off their feet for a moment.

Christos frowns heavily through the window, as if the sight of all this contentedness is more unwelcome than an army of invading monsters would have been.

Solace speaks up first, from his place in the front passenger seat. "It may be prudent to split our group to cover more ground. At least one of the homes should be re-examined, and we ought to ask some of the locals for their take on the situation." He unbuckles his belt. "I mean to investigate the area for evil auras."

Christos nods, turning off the engine. "The sun will be down in an hour. I'll scout around the houses for access points. No point in breaking in before then."

Comments

[reallywicked]

[The answer to Christos' question (at least on Faye's end) is a big fat NOPE. She's searching, but... easily distracted by the terrible taste the owners of this home have (search 6).

She'll just be over in the living room, looking at picture frames and knick knacks or something.]

[everyredcent]

[ WHAT ABOUT YOU, kitty. roll a search check \o\ christos goes gliding through the house like a ghost while faye looks over happy little family pictures of a chubby faced ginger kid and his folks. ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[This is clearly where Tybalt is going to try to win some of his lost pride back. He's looking for clues as he makes his way through the house, scanning for anything that looks out of place with a keen eye (search 16).]

[reallywicked]

[Faye gets bored with the pictures quickly, but apparently isn't any more interested in help because with a crit fail search check, she isn't even trying to try finding anything.

She flops herself down on the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table.]

[everyredcent]

[ while tybalt notes a strange piece of balled up paper that's slid between a desk and the wall, christos abruptly puts his foot on the edge of the table faye's putting her feet on and kicks it hard enough to slide across the room away from her. he fixes her with a glare. ] If you'd like to rest on the job, we can leave you here.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt ignores them both in favor of the little piece of paper, crouching down to try and collect it. It's probably just trash, but it's hidden trash and that means he needs to read it.

Definitely uncrumpling it while still crouched on his haunches.]

[reallywicked]

[Her feet come up sharply as the table goes flying across the room, and for a moment, her eyes give away the fear the move instills in her (will save 7). But even if she's lost her nerve, she can still act like a bad ass (bluff 26). She uses that entire check to look unimpressed with him. Still, she gets up and rolls her eyes before walking into back to the kitchen.

Oh look, a basement door- Putting some distance between herself and these losers is clearly the best course of action.]

[everyredcent]

[ tybalt's paper is revealed to be a letter in a child's hand: a somewhat cutesy invitation to dinner with their family up the street. there's something strange - wrong, even - about the way the paper smells. ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt gives it a sniff, ignoring the interaction between Christos and Faye for the moment to study the paper a little more closely. He waits until she's cleared off before he offers the letter to Christos with a frown.]

This was shoved back behind the desk.

[He doesn't offer much more because what are communication skills but he looks suitably uncomfortable. He rubs his nose on his sleeve trying to get the smell out of his nose.]

There's something wrong with it. It reeks. [It doesn't really reek exactly, but as poor as his skills talking to other people have proven to be, he's avoiding just saying it smells 'bad'. Plenty of things smell bad.]