oxford ♔ crawling out of my own skin

[valdrin]

WHO || Marty, Matthew, Nels, Miles, Val'drin, Mr. Broggon
WHAT || The Knights investigate a mysterious package sent to a shop owner
WHERE || Sword & Sorcery, in Oxford, England
WHEN || Wed April 16th, about 8pm
HOW || Actionspam

Sword & Sorcery:  Old Books for a New Age is located in a strip mall in a relatively nice part of the city of Oxford.  A scattering of other cars fill parts of the parking lot, with most of the vehicles congregated to the side nearest the Teriyaki Rok'n'Wok, a rock and roll themed teriyaki restaurant.  The bookstore sits farther down the line of shops, in the more deserted section of the strip mall.  Val'drin raises an eyebrow at the Rok'n'Wok, slipping one hand into his pocket as he surveys the others.  

"Everyone's at least armed, I do hope."  

Comments

[theshameofcain]

[bambi's eyes widen as she digs in her pockets to produce her lighter.] And people keep telling me smoking is a bad habit.

[cabot]

Let's save the quips for after we save our hides, love.

[theshameofcain]

You're a whole lot of "no fun." [She steps forward.] Unless someone's got something extra flammable on them, it's gonna be a pain in the ass though. I didn't exactly pack hairspray.

[cuivre]

Anyone carrying a flask? Booze would maybe work.

[He saves that shit for Saturday nights generally. Maybe he should start carrying one.]

[valdrin]

If only Wynn had thought to send us an alcoholic.

[theshameofcain]

Now who's quipping.

[But she's gonna search for something flammable down here. MAYBE SHE'LL GET LUCKY?? (search 21)]

[valdrin]

[ she does, in fact, find a very old bottle of liquor up on a high shelf, almost entirely concealed by spiderwebs. it's out of reach, but better than nothing... ]

[theshameofcain]

I've got good news and bad news. [She points up at the liquor.] Anyone wanna give a girl a boost?

[cuivre]

[Miles follows her gesture before he walks over and holds his hands out, ready to do the thing.]

Ready when you are.

[And str 20 total for when they do the thing.]

[theshameofcain]

[Yeah, that's enough to lift tiny Bambi up to grab the liquor. Once she's down, she hands it off to Miles and holds up her lighter.]

Let's light 'em up.

[cuivre]

[And now I'm humming the tune to the Fall Out Boy song.

Miles takes the bottle with a crooked grin before he heads over to the hideous mess of spider eyes and starts splashing liquor on them, making sure to save enough for the whole family.]

[theshameofcain]

[Once Miles is out of the way, Bambi gestures for everyone to stand back and TOSSES HER LIT ZIPPO INTO THE NEST OF EGGS LIKE SHE'S A FUCKING WINCHESTER.

RIP fancy zippo. ;_;

and also the egg sacs.]

[valdrin]

[ the fire slowly devours the tiny egg sacs, spiders blackening and curling up within the flames as they watch. ] Well. This was certainly pleasant and all, but I think I'm dying for a bit of fresh air, aren't you?

[cuivre]

And a drink. I definitely think we all deserve one after this.

[Fucking spiders, man.]

[zwy_il]

Indeed. Good riddance, spider-filth.

[Nels cleans his blades and tucks them away]

There's always the Rok'n'Wok. [He says sarcastically. What a tasteless establishment.]

[theshameofcain]

I'm dying for something that doesn't involve almost dying.

[She and her baseball bat are just gonna head on out. She pats Miles on the shoulder as she passes. You did good bro.]

So Rok'n'Wok sounds great to me.

[It can be like their schwarma date.]

[valdrin]

[ upstairs they go, where steve martin awaits.

"Is everyone all right?" asks broggon. "Tell me what occurred downstairs." ]

[theshameofcain]

Spiders. Spiders everywhere.

[Yeah, that's all you're getting from her. WHERE DID SHE PUT HER BOOK.]

[cabot]

That crate of yours contained eggs, that hatched and grew monstrous spiders. Wonderful friends you have.

[ "Spiders of monstrous size? Well, those certainly weren't there a few days ago," broggon muses. "I think you're right. Someone sent them. Again, I am in your debt. I've made a few calls, but I haven't been able to find out anything about this mysterious PTC. Perhaps Wynn will have better luck." he hands over the shipping invoice. ]

[theshameofcain]

[She leans closer to Miles.] Could he be more British about it? I half-expect him to bust out the "oh bothers." Jesus.

[cuivre]

[A will save of 6 means he can't hold back the laughter at that.

He doesn't say anything, though, just bumps his shoulder against hers.]

[valdrin]

Yes, well, hopefully what he discovers won't involve more oversized arachnids. Until then, if you'll pardon us, I think we've plans for dinner.

[ val'drin looks the others over, then nods at the door. ROLL OUT TEAM.

#mission completed :) ]