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Tynan made his approval known by bumping his head companionably on Jhon's shoulder, his paw batting lightly at the necklace. It really was such a fascinating thing, and it was such a pity that the pendant itself was beneath the boy's shirt.

Curiosity getting the best of him, the golden cat nosed his way under the collar of Jhon's shirt, managing to get his face beneath the fabric so he could look at the tiger's eye that laid against the boy's chest.

Ahhh...It was marvelous. Truly marvelous. He wished he could take it and study it further. But for now he contented himself staring at it, his big eyes bright with fascination.

Abigail watched the cat's antics with her same shy smile knowing she would be sure to make friends with the cat when he wasn't preoccupied. The bauble on the boy's neck clearly had the cat's undivided attention for the time being. She followed the boy down the stairs being sure to leave enough room on the stairs between them so he wouldn't feel like she was breathing down his neck. When she reached the bottom step she stepped into some of the little open space but hugged the wall leaving room for the others.

Adjusting her focus to the subterranean room, she was surprised by the huge amount of material. Some she could recognize as obsolete pieces of household technology like a washboard and clothes wringer. Others of the larger pieces were most likely farming equipment she hazarded as a guess. She pulled a mechanical pencil from her backpack but made no further move, uncertain how best to go about beginning an inventory. In her head she calculated the most efficient way to go about it: if they split into pairs with one person recording info on the pieces as the other called it out. Given this system, the project still looked like it would take more than a day or so but not much, she thought to herself.

Randy followed the others down the stairs into the basement, his boots thumping loudly in the quiet space. He stopped before reaching the bottom, as the other two had stopped there already to look around the room, and Randy didn’t feel like trying to cramp up agaisnt a couple of strangers. Instead he braced one arm against foundation before him, and then hunched down a bit to see what had caught the other’s attention.

“Well, damn.”

There were a lot of boxes. And crates. And baskets, and bins, and all variety of containers for holding things. And each of them seemed packed to brim with all manner of things, most of which he couldn’t even begin to identify. At least not from his current vantage point. A cursory glance around the room found that a vast array of items too large to be packed into a box were also arrayed around the walls, as well as sporadically mixed with the boxes throughout the room. He was hopeful that Miss Black was going to be down here directing them, or that at least somebody here knew what all this stuff was. With a soft sigh, Randy tromped the rest of the way down the steps, and shouldered past the other two as gently as he could manage, and headed off for the far corner.

The way Randy figured it, if he started at the far side of the room, then he could motivate himself better by working towards the door. As in, to get away. Getting to the far side of the room however, proved to be slightly more tricky than he had figured. He picked his way as carefully as he could, but still managed to nudge things over, or knock others from their resting spots. Thankfully, nothing managed to make it all the way to the floor, and Randy made sure to gingerly place everything thing he accidentally displaced back where they had started. Finally making it, he moved a box or two to clear a small space, and then set his bag down in the corner.

With a last inquisitive look back towards the others, Randy gave a shrug and set to work in the area around him. He still didn’t know what most of the stuff surrounding him was, so he decided to organize them for the moment as best he could. Size seemed an easy metric, with larger and unwieldy things starting the line, and working down towards ashtray sized items. He also decided to set the apparently breakable and fragile things away from the others. The last thing he wanted was to accidently drop a bowling ball on some ancient vase. Rolling his shoulders as he got into it, Randy tried to lose himself in the work.

((OOC -will be deleted later!--I was kind of waiting for Ms. Black to give us some instruction as to how to catalog the materials...Guess if we're not getting it I'll get into it.))