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"it's better than nothing! I mean, they took…it too… HE.. He took everything. Let's…let's be real here. It's probably the guy they were mentioning in the papers."

He clutched the coffee pot close, for all that it was likely useless it was at least a little reassuring to have something in his hands that he could throw or… smack someone with.

"I'm… I'm going to check that Dead Ghouls pockets." He said growing flushed in the face. "All I'm asking is that we do a quick last search, if he hid that tile, maybe there is more to be found."

He gave a frustrated sigh at turning up nothing but some crumpled garbage bags , at least in his initial attempt. Not that it wasn't at least somewhat useful. He now moved to Examine the dead Ghoul for pockets or items of use trying hard not to think about the familiarity that she somehow exuded. They could always put her INTO the garbage backs, it might cut down on the smell, that was a bonus…right?

Giving a flustered frown to the winger boil, Gene sighed and let go of his wrist. He was right in that they needed something to protect themselves, and this more than likely was one of Parker's damned games. "Alright, take the coffee pot. It's not suitable for brewing anyway..."

Biting on her lower lip, the ghoul tousled her own hair, and noticed that her hair clip was gone. Her rings, too. A deep frown set in as she looked all over herself, finding that every accessory was gone.

"Oh, that jacking creep!" She shrieked, opening all the kitchen cabinets in a rage.

endejester

The Escaped

There is nothing special in the cabinets. The top cabinets have various dishes, from plates to mugs to tupperware, and the bottom ones just have extra coffee packets and tea bags - all are expired - coffee filters, garbage bags, straws...pretty much anything a lounge kitchen would have.

Some of the cabinet doors crack under the pressure of being thrown open, and one even falls off it's hinge.



In the bathroom marked A/M, you lift the lid to one of the toilets - and immediately regret it. Inside is flecked with what looks like old puke, and the underside of the lid has bloody fingerprints on it that have long since dried.

No other toilets in either bathroom turn up anything interesting.

"I can read just fine screechie."" she smarmed, glaring at the lack of any knives or forks in the cabinets. She recoiled out of instinct at the door falling off its hinges, but got an idea after the initial fear passed.

Gene picked up the fallen door and smashed it against the floor, picking up one of the splintered planks. Hey, it was something at least.

Aurel was just staring in the place that the creature who had talked disappeared from, trying to make heads or tails of it all. The key and the maps were still clutched in his hand and he listened idly to the ghoul trying to convince Pachua that the pot wasn’t a weapon. “Yes, read, whatever. I just. I need to get out of this room. We need to get out of this room. We need to get out. There is nothing here. I just.” The Lesovik’s brain was trying to work overtime. Throwing a boil into something when he didn’t know what was going on already was hard enough but tossing him into a situation of confinement when he didn’t know anyone, there was a dead body, and a disappearing thing talking about making it out in one piece was not comforting. Especially knowing he could not change his shape and hide.

Pachua was still going on and on about a weapon and Aurel just finally stomped his foot. “It is a bloody kitchen.” Almost literally. “Did you check the drawers?” He’d already checked the cabinets. Aurel went to one of the drawers, throwing several of them open, in an attempt to find some kind of knife.

The steak knife he found was dull – but it would work. The Leshy had strength on his side and could drive dull objects into someone if necessary. “Stop messing with the body. I am going. You may stay here if you want, but I am going.” He turned his attention to Gene. “I am Aurel. I am sorry we are meeting in these circumstances. Will you come with me?” Hopefully Remi would follow, too. Aurel didn’t wait for a response, turning with knife in hand to unlock the NOPE door and step out into the hallway. Sitting around was going to do nothing.

[ HALLWAY ]

“Ugh…” He grumbled, the smell was going to carry that was for certain, maybe he could find some water to dip into later, he could rinse off the terrible odor then.
He followed the tree-boil out into the hallway and glanced around.

He stood a bit straighter when he saw what looked like it might be a shower

“The fracks, It said our way out is in one of these rooms, perhaps we should check all of them out before we try the stairs, I’m not sure how litteral it meant that, like perhaps the room we need is on another floor but maybe when we look at the other rooms we can find the source of that bang I heard on the wall?”

He glanced back at the others.

“I’m going to check out that… Shower, because… yes, Can you watch my back?”


He started cautiously towards the shower.

He decides he doesn't trust random fracks not to appear and run away with his clothes, and since he has no issue dipping into cold ponds he puts a cautious hand under the spray Just to make sure it's actually water like it seems.

If it was water, then he'd slip under the running spray and try and scrub off some of the wretched smell of rot.

It is indeed, just water! Hurray!