World of Darkness: Glimpses of Darkness - Chapter Two: The Mystery Begins [Complete]

[z-Ian]

"You see," Ian said conversationally as they looked around the room, "this is the room in which they kept the crippled kid." He looked at them looking at him. "What, you've never seen The Changeling? Awesome horror thriller. You should see it."

He panned the camera around the room; when he spoke again, it was in a more professional tone. "This is probably the slave quarters. You know... didn't want the darkies around to mar the scenery."

Krystal's bullshit was getting to him. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "That was a popular move with the house slaves." He paused. "Are we doing EVP right now?"

[Logic1]

Ford picked the debris from under his nails as he laughed at Ian's jokes. "I'll have to look into that movie."

He walked the room as Ian panned the camera stopping at the table first. Looking it and the wash basin over quickly he moved to the beds kneeling beside one.

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Int 4 + Academics 4

1d10=3,1d10=10, 1d10=9, 1d10=9, 1d10=7, 1d10=7, 1d0=4, 1d10=2

popping 10 1d10=8

4 sux

[Gary B]

Father West crept along taking in the details of the house thinking that there could not possibly be something as odd as the caretaker described. Probably just wierd coincidence at best.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of the rest of the people assembled. Seemed odd that such people, those people would be brought together to do whatever it is that needed to be done. Weren't there actual experts out there who work as teams and knew each other. Ghost hunters? Of course, it could be that the caretakers wanted an assortment of eyes to survey the oddness. What West couldn't get past was... What do we do once we find the nature of the problem? There really wasn't a handbook he knew of to handle this. 'Wierd Stuff for Dummies'?

Maybe he could figure out an exorcism rite of some sort, do it and be gone. Already the air was filled with personal tensions. It didn't take a phychologist to figure that out. The girl Krystal had something going on with that young fellow Ian? Even Lily seemed a little eager to move on along with the holy father.

Coming from his previous line of work, he would have welcomed the chance. It has taken so long to discipline himself to be undone so quickly. But the thought was tempting. Enough to have to confess about surely.

The yell for help was what broke his line of thinking. His attention snapped to and he looked at Lily and then looked around for any possible sign of the source. Father West ran from the room and found the voice.

"Are you okay down there?", he called. "Stay put, maybe we can find a way to get you back up or find our way to you."

[SalmonMax]

Absorbed in the broken lock, Lily didn't quite grasp what had happened at first. Even with the yells and the shouting, for a second she stayed put just mulling it over. Door forced open. Nothing taken. Scratch that, nothing taken that was obvious now.

And what WAS going on in the kitchen?!

She stood up and strolled back over, stopping just behind the priest. That's when she saw the hole in the floor, ringed by broken wood and with a frayed, broken rope dangling above it.

Great.

"Krystal," Lily called. "I'm dropping a flashlight. Watch out."

She twisted the cap of her penlight until the beam turned on, then held it over the hole so Krystal could see it. Then she let go, letting the light fall straight down into the gloom.

[Krystal]

Originally Posted By: Father East

"Are you okay down there?", he called. "Stay put, maybe we can find a way to get you back up or find our way to you."

"I'm not planning on going anywhere," the pretty and disheveled artist replied, wincing at the shooting pains in her ankles. "I'll wait right here." Krystal shuffled aside, then stifled a groan as she bent over to pick up the penlight Lily dropped down for her. "Or rather, right here."

Looking for a way back up, Krystal flashed the penlight around the... What did they call the dirt floored basements in the old days? Root-cellars?

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Perception (Wits+Composure): 5d10.hitsopen(8,10) = 1 success

[Kylie_OOC]

As she flicked the pen light around the root cellar, Krystal spotted only two things of note. The first and most obvious was the set of stairs on the room's east wall. They were narrow and the wood was quite worn, but they looked fairly solid, and more importantly they seemed to lead up and out of the dark cellar. The second was a large opening in the wall next to the stairs that seemed to lead into a larger portion of the cellar.

What Krystal didn't notice that Father West did, looking down into the hole of the floor into the basement below to check on the lovely redhead, was the footsteps on the floor that were highlighted by the light shining down onto the dust and dirt. Only those footsteps weren't Krystal's - not only were they way too large, but the last time he'd noticed she still had her shoes on too.

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It was obvious to Ford that Ian was spot on - this was definitely house slave's quarters, and from all appearances they were fairly well treated house slaves at that. The quality of the beds were a good indication, and he could see the remnants in the floor where a dividing wall had once stood, probably separating the room into sections, allowing for some privacy. It had probably been removed in the renovation or something, and deemed unnecessary to replace. A brief review of the room revealed nothing else of relevance to the three men. Perhaps there was more to be found back on the second floor of the plantation.

[Krystal]

"Ah, 'kay, guys. I see the steps up." Krystal eyed them in relief, though there was a nonplussed arch to her brow. They were awfully steep and she was sure her aching ankles and ass were already protesting. "There's also more cellar down here, but we can look at that after we check out the main floor, right?"

Krystal began limping for the narrow set of wooden stair, the cone of light from the penlight bobbing ahead of her.

[SalmonMax]

"Works for me," Lily called back. "One floor at a time sounds like a good plan though."

With the kitchen drama exhausted for the time being, she went back to get a closer look at the lock and answer a little question in the back of her head. She examines it for little scratches; signs that it had been picked. Had they tried to finesse the lock at all, or just kicked it in?

[Kylie_OOC]

At a glance there were none of the telltale scratches or signs. The actual door frame appeared in good shape, which indicated that the door most likely hadn't been kicked in.. so finally, Lily took hold of the handle and rattled it. The knob itself was loose in it's fixture, as if someone had just turned the knob until the locking mechanism broke from sheer force - something that would take a significant amount of strength to accomplish.

Krystal made it to the top of the stairs, which came out into the kitchen, a room that she had only glimpsed briefly through the doorway of the now-dreaded butler's pantry.

[z-Ian]

After no one spoke up, Ian sighed and said, "I guess we're not doing EVP." He pulled the tape recorder out of his coat and flipped it on, quickly running through the details of why they were there and what they were doing. He kept the camera running; maybe it could pick up something the recorder missed or vice versa. When he was done with the preliminaries, he said, "To any beings here that we can't register on our normal senses: Hi, I'm Ian. I'd like to communicate with you. Here's how it works. I'm going to ask my questions, and you can answer. Just focus on the little red light here - it means that your voice is being recorded and we'll hear it later. If you want to make contact feel free to speak up."

Ian paused, then started to ask his questions. He added a pause between each question to allow the entities time to reply. "Alright. What is your name? Do you live here in the house? What are you doing here?" He went through several more questions. Unlike most ghost-hunters, he didn't speak as if the entities were dead, making no assumptions about their natures. Ian wasn't sure that every 'haunting' was a haunting; there was a chance that they were entities from another world or dimension. It was best to act accordingly.

When he was done, he went back out into the hallway and looked around. "Where to?" he asked his companions, letting them take the lead.

[Logic1]

His hands in his pockets Ford listened and looked around as Ian asked his questions. It was clear he had done this sort of thing before. It would probably be best to follow his example on this job. He waited for any responses and gave a nod to Ian for his commendable work.

Ford spoke as he team left the room. "Do this often? I like the way you handled that back there. In my experience it's best to talk to the entities as if they are your peers...living peers as the very well may be living."

The prof walked to the next nearest door. "Do you care to examine the actual bedroom further?"

[Kalnan]

Bob had taken his time, not bothering to hurry to keep up with the others but taking plenty of photos of each room and corridor that they went through. He made good use of the 10x Optical zoom to get the details of the mechanism of the secret door that lead up to the slave quarters.

"We should certainly pick up where we left off on the level below."

[Krystal]

Breathing deeply from the effort of climbing the stairs, Krystal wiped the dirt from her shorts then rebound her ponytail before leaning back against the counter to catch her breath. Idly, she flicked the penlight about, wondering what, if anything Robillard keep in the kitchen in what was basically a showroom. After a moment, she decided to start peeking in the cupboards, at least the ones she could reach.

[SalmonMax]

"Well this is a little funny," Lily said after a minute or so of checking the door. She stood up and frowned down at the knob, as if it had personally offended her.

"Someone broke in. Didn't kick the door in or anything...just twisted the knob until the lock broke inside. Doesn't look like they weakened it or tried picking it first either."

She turned to look into the quaint old building.

"Wonder what they wanted."

[z-Ian]

Ian shrugged. "I'm not good with forensics," he admitted. "I'm the tech dude. If you guys can do the... other stuff, whatever that is, cool. Not my area."

He checked the camera again, making sure that it was functional and still had a decent charge on it. He was content to film them, if they wanted to stay and work. Their poking about might incite a response from a spirit or entity.

[Kylie_OOC]

In the kitchen, the cupboards were bare, and the pantry as well. For Lily, Krystal, and Father East, that left only the rooms on the east side of the building on the current level, as well as the downstairs area that Krystal had "discovered".

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Having finished up in the second floor, Ian, Ford, and Bob made their way back downstairs to the second level. A quick glance at the final room on the east side of the private quarters revealed nothing more than a simple historical bedroom, leaving only the two rooms on the west side unexplored.

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Everyone state which direction you're heading in, and provide me another round of Wits + Investigation, please.

[Krystal]

"Nothing in the kitchen, guys. So, check the Library, then the Ballroom?" Krystal asked, not mentioning the basement. She wasn't inclined to navigated the stairs again at the moment. Making her way to the Library took enough effort at the moment.

In the Library, Krystal trailed her fingers along the leather-bound tomes, following her fingers with the penlight and glancing at the titles in passing. The overstuffed chairs looked quite inviting at the moment, but remembering what Robillard had said, she declined their sweet invitation. Considering how my luck is going...

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Wits + Investigation (Untrained Mental Skill, -3; Chance Roll): 1d10 = 3 = 0 successes

[z-Ian]

Ian lead the way to the next room, still filming and taping. He chose the closest room and opened the door, glancing inside.

Idly, he wondered what Lily and Krystal were doing, and what they may have learned.

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Ian's Wits+Invest: 1 sux

1d10=3, 1d10=5, 1d10=9, 1d10=7

[Logic1]

Following Ian closely Ford entered the next room. He made sure to stay out of the way of Ian and his camera as he did so. So far their investigation had yielded little out of the ordinary but it was early.

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1 success

Wits+Investigation = 4d10

1d10=9, 1d10=5, 1d10=6, 1d10=6

[SalmonMax]

Lily followed Krystal into the library without any comment. She was more interested in the basement, but figured it'd been there this long, it could probably wait a little longer for them to get down to it. Besides, it'd be a pain to go down there, look around, and then still have to come back up to finish off the floor.

Once again, she didn't really know what she was looking for in particular, so she just walked to the middle of the room and looked around for anything that nagged the eye as out of place, or that seemed odd or unusual.

(Wits + Investigation = 4dice.

(21:50:11) ChatBot: (SalmonMax) rolls 4d10 and gets 2,10,5,4.

(21:50:19) ChatBot: (SalmonMax) rolls 1d10 and gets 4.

1 success)

[Kylie_OOC]

It didn't take long for Ian, Ford, and Bob to sort through the first room - like the one on the other side, it seemed to be set up as a simple historical room, with a sparse amount of furniture, and in this case a few old-fashioned toys. That, and the smaller size of the two beds, indicated that it was supposed to represent a child's bedroom from the era. Though they spent some time in the room, they found little of interest.

That left only the last room, at the end of the west-side corridor. This room was different, though - it had a piece of rope that had been fastened onto small metal stands, like a line divider at a theater. Hanging from the rope was a sign that stated, quite simply, "Employees Only - Not Part of Tour". With a shrug, Bob moved one of the stands to the side, and opened it up to let the other two men walk in first. Once inside, they realized immediately why this room wasn't on the tour - it might be the largest bedroom in the house, but it had yet to be renovated, and was a complete contrast to the rest of the historic home. The furniture in this room looked elegant and old-fashioned, but more extravagant than the furniture in the rest of the house, and certainly much newer. The dresser was covered in pictures of a woman and a man, as well as a young boy in several of them, in what looked to be mostly the sixties, seventies, and eighties. The woman looked very glamorous and well-dressed in most pictures, and was the common element. The man with her looked, for all the world, like a doting husband and loving father.

As Bob stood looking at the photos, the other two men explored the room. On one wall, near a reading chair, there was a bookshelf. It boasted a fair combination of books and other accessories, like small vases and knick-knacks. The books were mostly of the female persuasion - lots of historical fiction and romance novels, for the most part. However, as Ian perused the shelves, he did notice something unusual - three books on a separate shelf, too small of a collection for an enthusiast, but different enough from the rest of the collection to draw his attention. The titles were "Illustrated Guide to Jewelry Appraising, 3rd Edition: (Antique, Period, and Modern)", by Anna M. Miller, "eBay for Dummies", and "How to Sell Antiques on eBay.. and Make a Fortune!", by Dennis Price. The books certainly seemed out of place, in a home dedicated to the restoration and preservation of antiques, as opposed to the liquidation of them.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Ford shuffled through the closet. In the very back of the closet were several older men's suits, ones that looked like they came from the seventies or eighties. They were the exception though - the vast majority of the clothing in the closet was for a woman. As he sorted through it idly, not really finding anything unusual and wondering why he was looking through what was probably a dead woman's closet anyway, one thing did catch his attention. Compared to the neat appearance of the rest of the room, the closet was a mess. Hangers hung at odd angles, and boxes of shoes that looked like they had once been stacked up on the floor were now askew, with lids pulled off and shoes pulled out. Most of it was a jumbled heap, though he didn't find anything of interest, really.. if there had been anything other than shoes in that closet, it was long gone.

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Meanwhile, downstairs, the rest of the group perused the library. Krystal browsed the titles of the books, but found nothing interesting in particular. For Father East it was the same, though he was impressed by the collection of older books, including a beautiful family edition of the bible, opened up to the handwritten family tree towards the very back, and stored under glass for display.

Lily was more than happy to let the other two scan the dozens and dozens of ancient, musty volumes while she explored the rest of the room instead. Most of it appeared undisturbed at a glance, so she decided to move on to less obvious locations, starting with the large, antique writing desk. Upon opening the drawers, however, it because obvious that she wasn't the only one who'd felt like taking a peek. Whoever had explored them before her, however, had been much less obvious about it, and the informational papers, brochures, and mailings that the staff obviously kept in the desk had been rummaged through with all the grace of a drunk hippopotamus. If there had been anything in there other than papers, though, it wasn't there anymore - Lily couldn't find anything else of interest, in either the desk or in the rest of the library.

[Krystal]

"Hmmm, nothing incriminating here, guys," Krystal said, dropping to her heels after stretching to look at a title on a high shelf. "No Necronomicon, nothing by Aleister Crowley or H.P. Lovecraft or whatever is the definitive resource on ghosts. Not even a role-playing book."

Stretching her back to work out the stiffness from her tumble, Krystal turned around and looked at the others, hands on hips. "Anyone else find something or do we get with the others and see what they've found?"

[SalmonMax]

"Hm," Lily grunted as she frowned at the desk. "Someone else has been searching this desk. Dunno if they found anything interesting. If they did, they took it with 'em because there's nothing interesting here now."

She turns away and glances at Krystal.

"We're not ready to meet up yet though. Still have the downstairs to look at."

[z-Ian]

Ian sighed with impatience at the books. Well, this was probably the clincher that solved the issue. The 'problems' were all made up by someone to generate interest in this budding tourist trap, a necessary income after they'd finished selling off the family jewels. Still, he went though the steps, though his voice now reflected his growing lack of interest. Ten thousand bought a lot of willingness to jump through the hoops, so he kept at it, throwing out questions for the entities to not answer.

When he was done, he turned to the others. "We done?"

[Krystal]

Krystal arched an eyebrow up at the Amerind woman, one hand rubbing the soreness from the back of her neck. "Hey! We took a floor and they took a floor. We can share the last one, don't you think?"

She wasn't scared of the dark, unfinished basement, really. She was just sore and didn't want to have to move around much. Honest.

[SalmonMax]

"What, and share the credit?" Lily asks with a teasing grin. "C'mon, if there's anything left to find, it's down there. Here, hand me the flashlight. I'll go first if it'll make you feel better."

[Krystal]

Krystal gave Lily a dirty look, who could all but hear the silently thought, Bitch, but her lips turned up slightly with amusement. The credit would be nice, a little something extra to tease Ian with. "Okay, fine, let's go. Here," Krystal said, slapping the flashlight into her hand primly. "I get first claim at any credit, on account of falling through the floor, though."

Krystal headed out of the library, a mild limp to her stride as she made her way back to the kitchen. "Just a minute, Lily." Krystal continued into the servants pantry and opened the back door, pursing her full lips and releasing a piercing whistle. A moment later, the was the clatter of clawed paws on the porch, Fawkes shaking the droplets of misty rain from his coat before daintily stepping to his mistress' side. Fawkes shoved his muzzle beneath her hand, and she obligingly scratched him behind the ears before walking back to stairs down to the root cellar.

At Lily's pointed look, Krystal shrugged with a small grin, not the least sheepish. "Fawkes might be able to pick a scent or something from those footprints Father East saw. And animals are supposed to be more... uh... sensitive to all that crazy stuff or whatever, right?" Fawkes barked, then tilted his head at Lily, giving her a floppy-eared doggy grin, his tongue lolling freely.

[Logic1]

Ford stepped back from the closet a look on his face that fell somewhere between puzzlement and bemusement. "Nothing of note in the closet. Mostly women's clothes...old women's clothes. Someone rifled through there before we got here. Anyone else got anything?"

He looked from Ian to Bob in turn as he shrugged his shoulders and walked to the center of the room.

[SalmonMax]

"Yeah," Lily said dubiously, staring down at the dog. "I'm sure he's sensitive to...all kinds of stuff. Okay, last train downstairs is pulling out. All aboard."

She flicked the flashlight on and started down the narrow flight of stairs into the pressing, cloying darkness of the basement level.

[z-Ian]

Ian pointed to the books. "I think someone's trying to set this up as a tourist trap. Have some mysterious accidents; get a 'real' team of ghost busters to come in and poke around. Even if they don't find anything you can still claim that they were here. That or someone is scamming Rollinbrad or whatever."

That gave him pause. He wondered if someone had scammed a finder's fee out of their host for this little investigation - or if someone he'd hired had set it up to make a chill ten grand. That wasn't a bad idea, honestly, if you didn't mind being a scum-sucking asshole who preyed on people's misfortunes.

[Kylie_OOC]

Lily, Krystal, and Father East made their way downstairs, followed by Fawkes. The entrance area of the basement seemed to have been "renovated for historical accuracy" - meaning that the lights seemed to have removed, as a quick search turned up no switch of any sort. Fawkes pawed at Krystal's hand and whined softly, seemingly to express his displeasure at their current predicament. She found herself just about to suggest that they retreat back upstairs and search for some source of light stronger that Lily's little penlight, which she was still in possession of and was currently flickering around the basement, when she heard the preacher make an announcement.

"There's a door over here, maybe the next room has a light."

Father East opened the door and gestured the two ladies in. A brief feel of the wall indicated that this room was no more finished than the rest of the basement, but the priest made his way deeper into the darkness, indicating for Krystal to shine the pen light upwards in search of any rudimentary lighting. She stepped further into the room, and had just begun to scan the pen light across the ceiling, when two things happened simultaneously. The first was that Krystal heard Fawkes give out a loud, sharp bark. The second was that the door slammed shut behind them, echoing loudly in the dark basement and cutting them off from the main area.

Upstairs, the three men heard the distant sound of a door slam and a dog barking.

[z-Ian]

Ian paused as he heard the bang; his frown began when he heard the dog barking. "That's Fawkes," he said, turning for the door. Suddenly nervous for no good reason, he darted down the hall and the stairs, taking the latter two steps at a time. Forgotten was his recorded camera, taking a jarring, bouncing recording of his path.

On the first floor, he stopped to listen, then took off at a quick run. Not one for exercise, he was panting by the time he reached the stairs to the basement. In the light pointing down, he saw Fawkes barking at a door, pawing at it and whining between barks.

"What the fuck?" Ian asked, then started down.

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I'll let the guys in the room do something.

[Krystal]

Krystal bit down on her lip hard enough to hurt to stifle her scream, her suddenly rapid breathing whistling through her nose, loud in the gloom. The penlight in her hand instantly went to the door.

She knew something was going to happen. Not that she believed in ghosts or curses or whatever. It was just it was so clichéd - two girls wandering around in the dark basement of a 'haunted' mansion - that something had to happen.

Stupid Lily and her stupid credit.

"Get the credit, you said, pfft!" Krystal sniffed at Lily, hiding the quaver in her voice, while hurrying towards the door, looking for the handle. "If this is Ian's doing, Fawkes is so going to sick balls."

[SalmonMax]

"Relax," Lily said, stooping to scoop up the penlight. "A slamming door isn't hurting anyone."

Her own heart was beating, and her hand had automatically dropped to her hip, where her revolver...wasn't. Shit. There was a trick though, to letting the mind float away a little, so the body's panic wouldn't infect it. She felt that way now...as if her head was a balloon floating on a string, calm and placid over an angry ocean, lashed into waves by fear.

She cupped her hand and shone the penlight into her palm, letting its light diffuse off her skin and throw a dim glow in all directions. It wasn't much brighter than a candle, but under the circumstances it was more useful than a wildly gyrating point of light.

"Everyone okay?"

[Kylie_OOC]

A quick rattle of the doorknob on Krystal's part indicated that the door was locked, or broken.. something was keeping it closed, anyway. She heard the sound of Ian descending the stairs quickly, and the muted exclamation from his side. It certainly didn't sound like he'd been behind it.

On Lily's part, the light the feeble mock-lantern cast was dim, but she was able to get enough of a reflection to take a brief look around the room.

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Wits+Investigation roll for Lily, please.

[Krystal]

"I'm- I'm fine, Lily," Krystal replied, with a slight breathlessness to her voice. "Except for the tumble I took my first time down here, of course." The curvy co-ed pressed close to the door. The cocked an ear against it, listening for what was on the other side, then gave to firm slaps. "Ian? Ian! The door is locked or something, can you open it from your side?"

[SalmonMax]

Lily squinted as she looked around the room in the muted orange-flavored light. Concentrated, as if she could coax details she'd miss otherwise into view by sheer effort of will.

(Spending Willpower for +3 dice. 4 dice + 3 dice = 7 dice)

((13:04:36) ChatBot: (SalmonMax) rolls 7d10 and gets 9,6,3,1,10,7,7.

(13:04:53) ChatBot: (SalmonMax) rolls 1d10 and gets 6.)

2 successes

[Logic1]

"I'm gonna have to agree with your assessme..." Ford trailed off as he turned his head just in time to see Ian bolt through the door. He pulled himself from the books Ian had pointed out and followed pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he did so.

Fawkes was the only dog in the house and his barking indicated that Krystal was in some sort of fix supernatural or otherwise. "Ian wait!" the professor shouted "Bob we gotta move!"

He took the stairs two at a time as he made his way to the ruckus. When he arrived he found Ian panting before a door with Fawkes. Ford approached making his presence known as he did so. "What do we have?"

[Kylie_OOC]

Bob was right behind Ford, carrying the most substantial light source any of them had thought to bring along. It cast a dismal but somewhat helpful light on the situation, and Ian and Ford could see that the antiquated doorknob appeared to require a key, for this side at least.

Back in the room, as Krystal messed with the door, Lily shone her light around. The inky blackness of the room seemed to consume the faint glow, and it did very little to improve their situation. But as she focused, attempting to block out the noise of Ian and Krystal communicating through the door, she mostly sensed but also faintly saw a brief but steady movement against the back wall, opposite the door.

[z-Ian]

"Fuck!" Ian said, crouching to peer at the lock. "This... sucks," he added to no one in particular. "Guys, can you hear me?"

Krystal's hot voice came back through the wood, and Ian struggled to push away the image of her lips hovering over the keyhole. "We can hear you and Fawkes, yeah. The doorknob on this side isn't working." The knob gave a jiggle to demonstrate.

Yeah, shake that knob, Ian thought, unable to control his base thoughts. Trying to focus - what was it about that siren? - he said, "Well, it's locked. I don't suppose anyone over there has a lock-picking set, do they?"

"Well, I don't know about Dog the Lady Bounty-hunter here, but this side doesn't have a keyhole. How about you? Anyone on your side handy with a hairpin?"

Ian choked back a laugh. "Uh, right, well, if you had one, you could pass it under the door. I could try, though I'm no expert."

There was some noise, a bit of scrabbling at the floor and two very dirty hair pins worked their way out from under the door. "There! I shoved them under the door, Ian. You see them?"

"Yeah," Ian muttered, pushing away Fawkes, who was sniffing eagerly at the things that smelled of his mistress. "Got 'em. Here we go."

Ian tried to get comfortable, and started to work. After a moment, he said, "This may take a while. "Bob, Ford? You should look around for a key."

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Ian's Dex + Larceny: 0 sux for the first unit of time.

1d10=5, 1d10=6, 1d10=3, 1d10=4