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

[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.]