They enter the dark foyer of the second mansion. The front door is strangely unlocked. The furniture in the foyer has been smashed and strewn about in splinters from the entrance onwards. There is a terrible and pungent smell in the air.
21:15 <Jarahamee>: Breg is holding a torch in one hand, the other hand holds his ax, a little lower than they would have liked thanks to his wound from the day before. He walks forward carefully, leading them along into the darkness. It may be the middle of the day but in a large house like this, the inside halls were like pitch.
21:16 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia shakes her head. "I have a gun, I should go first. Best line of fire, and you don't have to worry about disemboweling yourself." She props the gun up and levels it, but it's clear she needs the help of Breg's light to see much of anything in here. She walks forward confidently. The air is thick and stifling in here.
21:19 <Emily>: Emily grabs Rob's arm. "Well. It isn't here. Good trip, everyone. Let's turn around and go back."
21:19 <Jarahamee>: Breg doesn't look back, but replies evenly "I'm not going to disembowel myself. The wound was over my ribs....We can turn back if you are uncomfortable, Marcos..." He looks back towards wherever Sylvia is marching towards.
21:20 <Rob>: Rob looked annoyed but ignored the sudden arm attachment. " I'm sure it's fine, no vampire chicks. Most likely a werewolf. Just don't blow your head off Sylvia."
21:21 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia frowns. "It's over here...I don't want to have gotten harassed for nothing...We're not even out of the hallway...Marcos? Where are you going?" She turns around to face them, unlike Breg, who doesn't seem to trust the darkness, and continues to stare in the direction of the living room. "I'm not going to blow my head off. I'm a crack shot, and you don't
21:21 <Jarahamee>: even need to be with a shotgun this close."
<Emily>: "How is werewolf better than vampire chick?" he muttered. "Vampire chick might be fun, yes? Oh, I'm going where Rob is going, Sylvia. He won't lead me into a wall. You won't, right?"
21:22 <Rob>: "Nope, 20/20 vision right here. I meant like your girlfriend from before, the unsexy kind."
21:23 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia stares at Marcos "...Oh..you can't see...Maybe there are glasses in here...They'd be in the bedrooms if we were able to find them..." She thinks about this for a moment, it never occurred to her that he was barely able to see anything this whole time.
21:23 <Emily>: "That was not my girlfriend!!! And that was not a vampire. She was a nightmare."
21:24 <Jarahamee>: Breg frowns. "You can hold my arm if you need to. I can also have Sylvia take you back, Marcos, and Robert and I can look for any exercise machines and glasses here."
21:24 <Rob>: "Sounds like a girlfriend to me" Rob grinned
<Emily>: Emily snorted. "They aren't all that bad ... um ... I'll be fine. Robert is happy to share his arm. Look, we're like brothers today. Matching scarves."
21:26 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia elbows Rob and laughs. "You're scarf brothers. And if we all wore scarves would we be scarf siblings?"
21:26 <Rob>: Rob didn't seem to find it that funny.
21:27 <Jarahamee>: They step into the living room, and there seems to be the source of the smell. It was rank in here. Not worse than zombies, but different somehow. There was an acrid smell to it, like urine, mixed with the smell of solutions, and tubs laying across the floor in every surface.
21:27 <Jarahamee>: roll for everyone present.
21:28 <Rob>: 16
21:28 <Jarahamee>: Breg stops, and looks like he might be willing to turn around now. "...I don't like this place." He says simply.
21:28 <Emily>: 12
21:29 <Emily>: "Ugh. It's like a frat house."
21:29 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia stares at the tubs, and then takes a step back. "...These weren't here when I was here the first time...Nevermind, I don't want the exercise machine." It seems that harassment was only worth so much for her desire to get her money's worth.
21:29 <Jarahamee>: Robert spots a pair of glasses on the coffee table, illuminated by the torch's light.
21:29 <Rob>: "Are they trying to brew something?"
21:29 <Jarahamee>: The tubs are filled with murky fluid, and something floats on the surface.
21:30 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia makes a face, and then steps forward around the various buckets and basins. "Would brewing smell this bad? I thought that brewing smells good...Like...hops...Oh...Oh god...Look..."
21:30 <Jarahamee>: She's staring at something on the wall, it seems.
21:30 <Rob>: Rob scrutinised the fluid. "What is it?"
21:31 <Emily>: Emily looked like 8<
21:31 <Rob>: "They were trying to drink it, see the glasses?"
21:32 <Jarahamee>: Breg raises his torch, and they are able to visualize the rest of the surface of the wall. Every surface is covered with fresh animal skins. From the small skins of raccoons and squirrels, to the large skins of foxes, and other types of skins they had probably never seen before, at least not in this form. A strangely curly hide here, that had an oddly-
21:32 <Emily>: "Glasses? Where?"
21:32 <Jarahamee>: familiar sort of face..."
<Jarahamee>: (reading glasses-type glasses)
21:32 <Rob>: (OH, ignore that then lol)
21:33 <Emily>: (Can it be both? I want them to be drinking the nasty juice)
21:33 <Jarahamee>: (I don't think even ghouls will drink that)
21:33 <Rob>: "On the table, are they the right sort?"
21:33 <Emily>: Emily pats the table and picks them up, then tries them on ...
21:34 <Emily>: (Should I roll for this, Jara, or are they magical glasses?)
21:34 <Jarahamee>: Across the couch was strewn the skin of a lion, or at least part of it, the face grotesquely crumpled with empty eyes. The scraps of a wolf's face were resting on the other seat. It would become increasingly apparent the things floating in the tubs were a collection of animal hides.
21:34 <Jarahamee>: (roll for Emily)
21:34 <Emily>: 15
21:35 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia makes a small, horrified sound "...It's a cat..." She says softly, looking into the bucket. Her tone was calm, but she seemed white even in the dim torchlight...
21:35 <Jarahamee>: The glasses are almost the right prescription for Emily, they aren't perfect but it is better than having no vision.
21:35 <Emily>: He put them on, had a good, thoughtful look at the hides, and then took them off. "Okay."
21:36 <Rob>: "Taxidermy? Why? Anyone see Silence of the Lambs?"
<Emily>: "I have. And I say we better leave before we're living it."
21:36 <Rob>: "You think anyone is home?"
21:37 <Jarahamee>: Breg nods solemnly, and makes a gesture that they should leave this room. He looks pale and ill, and nearly slips over the rolled skin of what seems to be a wolf, but on closer examination, is a black german shepherd...
21:37 <Jarahamee>: The hide is still very slightly wet and rubbery.
21:38 <Jarahamee>: "...I do not know. I...I want to speak to them." He says after a long pause. "...You don't have to stay...I can't...I can't let this be."
21:38 <Rob>: Rob leaves hurriedly trying not to bump his scarf buddy into any table
21:38 <Rob>: *the room
21:38 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia stares at Breg. "ARE YOU AN IDIOT? Do you want to be a woman-suit too?"
21:39 <Rob>: Rob looked confused. " There's only animal skins..."
21:41 <Emily>: His scarf buddy doesn't put his glasses on until they are out of the room. Then, he turns. "Breg! What is this? You cannot convince men who skin dogs and make carpets that meat is murder, okay? They will not listen to reason."
21:41 <Rob>: "Not even if you play the Smiths."
21:42 <Jarahamee>: Breg stares back at them, and then walks clumsily back towards them ".. This is terrible...."
<Rob>: Rob nodded looking concerned. "We should all explore this hellish place, it's the right thing to do. Maybe, we'll out number them."
21:43 <Emily>: "Um ... is that ... sarcasm?"
21:43 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia just stares "..It is. So terrible I don't want to be a dark house with them... It..maybe I'm just being a coward, but...They must have guns if they killed this many animals. I'm the only one with a gun here."
21:44 <Emily>: "Preach it, Sister."
21:45 <Jarahamee>: Breg sighs and nods "...If you are afraid, we can go back, and I'll return. I don't want to endanger anyone. There is...something very wrong with the person who did this. Look at it...I'm concerned about the safety of other humans at the very least...and... Look at it..."
21:45 <Rob>: "It's not that far from home though, if we don't do something now. Who's to say when these creeps pay us a visit.."
21:45 <Jarahamee>: She stares at the dead cat floating in fluid. It bobs limply.
21:47 <Emily>: "Mmm. I ... suppose ... all life is equally sacred. I am a hypocrite to behave in any other manner."
21:47 <Emily>: He nodded.
21:48 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia looks like she might pull her hair out. "I care about animals as much as the next person, but we're still in the house of some person who did all this stuff. If you want to scout this place out, that's ok with me, we've killed vampires and demons already, but I won't take standing here staring at dead animals anymore."
21:48 <Emily>: The party gained an Emily! His experience toting the virtues of vegetarianism will be an asset to the quest!
21:48 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia sighs. "I feel like I'm just waiting to get it arguing with you all down here."
<Rob>: "At least you're not blonde."
21:49 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia sniffs "I'm pretty enough." She fails to mention her breasts are probably not the appropriate size for that role.
21:49 <Emily>: It's probably a good thing that Sylvia didn't mention her breasts at this point in time.
21:50 <Rob>: "It's all good, I'm the minority here. If anyones gonna get it, cliche dictates it'll be me first."
21:50 <Emily>: "So ... according to the cliche, who is last?"
21:51 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia grins "The good girl. So probably not me." She stares at Breg for some reason. Breg doesn't seem to know what they are talking about, and explores this room quietly. "I'm not seeing very much here. We can always go upstairs,with caution..."
<Rob>: "Is the exercise machine there?"
21:53 <Jarahamee>: Breg stares at the bins, and his frowns grow deeper "We should burn these skins."
21:54 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia laughs "...It's in the next room over. I suppose the least we can do while raiding a sociopath's house is steal the exercise machine, right?"
21:54 <Rob>: "Of course, can't give him a head start!"
21:55 <Emily>: "Let's just save the burning until after we're ready to leave this place. The fire department doesn't work so efficiently anymore."
21:55 <Rob>: "And the smell."
21:55 <Jarahamee>: Breg grins. It's the first time they've seen him grin. "...I am the fire department."
21:56 <Rob>: "Sorted."
21:56 <Rob>: Rob grinned back.
21:56 <Rob>: (BRB loo break)
21:56 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia makes a pfft sound "Sure you are. Go get some water and come back to put out a blazing house." Her snark seems to be in good humor at least.
<Emily>: "You are a Catholic fireperson?!"
21:57 <Jarahamee>: Breg lifts an eyebrow. "Is it against the law to put out fires and be religious?"
21:58 <Emily>: (Yes, but it's still cute)
21:59 <Emily>: "No. I've just known my share of Catholics aspiring to become firepersons."
21:59 <Rob>: "It's a thing?"
Breg makes his way into the next room, and then shakes his head. The mysterious elliptical machine is here, as it should have been in fable... "...Here...Yes, I was a fireperson first, before I was involved with the church." He tells Marcos, seeming a touch calmer.
<Jarahamee>: Sylvia looks at the elliptical, and then shakes her head. "It's worth it."
22:04 <Rob>: "Totally"
22:05 <Jarahamee>: In order to take it through the front door, they will have to haul it through the living room, which means moving some of the buckets around. There is other exercise equipment in this room, which was untouched since its previous owners left it behind.
22:05 <Emily>: Emily studies it all with detached interest, since he's never needed tools to exercise his glorious body.
22:05 <Rob>: "Could we grab more?" Rob looked around for a back door.
22:06 <Jarahamee>: In particular, a stairstepper, different-sized handweights, a crunch assistant, and a yoga ball.
22:06 <Emily>: Emily picked up a handweight.
22:06 <Jarahamee>: Breg picks up a Medicine Ball, and throws it into the air, seeming to be in better spirits already. "...I like this."
22:06 <Rob>: (Yes because I know what all of those are
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22:07 <Jarahamee>: Emily picks up a 5 pounder. It's pink and covered in foam.
22:07 <Emily>: (I assume a stairstepper is like a ... a brick ... you step on.)
22:07 <Emily>: Emily has a new weapon.
22:07 <Rob>: Rob looked longingly at the crunch assistant.
22:08 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia grins "You want rockin' abs too?"
22:08 <Rob>: (Tinfoil, right?)
22:08 <Jarahamee>: There is probably a backdoor nearby that they haven't discovered yet.
22:08 <Rob>: "I have 'rockin' abs thank you very much, maintenance Sylvia, maintenance."
22:09 <Emily>: "Well, let's see them!"
22:10 <Rob>: Rob rolled his eyes but lifted his shirt. They were no male model type but pretty decent.
22:10 <Jarahamee>: Breg notices Sylvia appears tempted to pull up his shirt, and makes a 'no no' gesture, before pulling the elliptical into the next room with him
22:11 <Emily>: "I knew it. Actor." He followed Breg and the elliptical.
22:11 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia laughs "That's not bad. You could use some work. Look at mine." She seems to have very little shame for a woman of her current profession, and pulls the bottom of her shirt up. She may not be perfect, but she still prides herself on her fitness.
22:11 <Emily>: Emily snuck a glance at Sylvia on his way out.
22:11 <Jarahamee>: Breg will not show off his abs. He has a one-pack.
22:11
<Rob>: Rob looked like this but quickly shut his mouth.
22:12 <Rob>: He hurried out of the room before he embarrased himself further.
22:13 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia struts along, and puts her gun in her bag to allow herself to drag the medicine ball. She fills her pack with handweights. "...I wish I got more of these last time. I need to work on my...arm...s...." She looks down at the sad hook she had added. Would that even hold any weight for her?
22:14 <Jarahamee>: (roll for everyone present twice)
22:14 <Jarahamee>: Emily and Rob run into the glass door but don't find the exit. They do hear some movement somewhere else in the house, however.
22:15 <Jarahamee>: Breg bumbles into one of the exits into the foyer in the back, and opens the double doors to reveal sunlight..
22:15 <Jarahamee>: He continues to drag the exercise machine behind him, entirely oblivious of the sound.
22:16 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia happily carries the medicine ball with her good arm. "...This is quite the trip isn't it?..Quite an adventure."
22:16 <Rob>: Rob rubbed his forehead, his face turned bright red. He didn't even have glasses. "What was that? Did you guys hear something other than me embarrassing myself?"
22:17 <Emily>: "Yes. In the house, there is movement."
22:17 <Jarahamee>: "I heard a thud."
22:17 <Jarahamee>: (It was Rob's head)
22:19 <Rob>: "No, upstairs... hopefully not a chainsaw..."
22:19 <Emily>: "Maybe we should knock on the door, like friendly neighbors."
22:19 <Rob>: "Hahaha no."
22:19 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia looks unhappy that she has to put the medicine ball down, but she hands it to Rob, and moves her shotgun to her hands. "Friendly my ass. There was no one in here a while ago, and the front was unlocked."
22:19 <Rob>: ( That was sarcasm)
22:20 <Jarahamee>: Breg picks up the front of the exercise machine, and they notice it rolls much better. It actually has tiny wheels to roll it on either side of its base.
22:20 <Emily>: "I love how liberated your vocabulary is, Sister Sylvia."
22:22 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia rolls her eyes "I'll can the bad language, but we're only being stalked by Hannibal after all..." Her confidence had returned to her.
22:22 <Emily>: "You misunderstand. I really do love it." He's being genuine.
22:23 <Rob>: "Wonder is there's a nice bottle of Chinati here."
22:23 <Jarahamee>: Breg manages to get the front of the machine outside of the back door. "...Robert, I'll hold the medicine ball, if you want to pull this machine. I think I should cover our exit."
22:23 <Rob>: (*Chianti)
22:23 <Emily>: (omnomnomnom)
22:23 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia seems to tone down a little, and smiles. "..I'm sorry. I'm getting used to being defensive."
22:24 <Rob>: "Shouldn't we go upstairs first?"
22:24 <Emily>: "Don't apologize. I am not the tone police."
22:24 <Rob>: "He's the meat police."
22:25 <Jarahamee>: Breg nods. "I think we should move this closer to the street before going upstairs. Otherwise we may end up running away and leaving it in the house."
22:25 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia blinks "Did you just think of a practical escape plan?"
22:25 <Rob>: "Fair call." Rob gave Breg the ball and began dragging out the machine.
22:25 <Jarahamee>: Breg grins "The most practical would have been to leave it, but you'd probably have us come back to get it, Sister Sylvia. In either case a machine isn't worth dying for."
22:26 <Emily>: Emily supervised Rob's dragging, while he carried his five pound pink hand weight.
22:26 <Emily>: "Very good form, Robert."
22:27 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia smiles. "I'd never risk your lives like that. I mean it. We're going to run and fight if it comes to it. Mostly fight if I get my way, but you know...it's a bit hard dragging the Jogmaster with you."
22:27 <Rob>: "Cheers, don't drop the weight there."
22:29 <Jarahamee>: Breg follows them out, and hesitates at the back door after they bring the machine to the street, watching the inside.
22:29 <Jarahamee>: The machine rolls easily and it doesn't take a feet of strength to move it. It's mostly just awkward. They can probably roll it all the way down the street to their house on the way back.
22:31 <Jarahamee>: Breg stands silhouetted in the darkness of the house, gazing inwards, and they suddenly see him tense. "...There's... something here...." He speaks quietly, as if he doesn't quite believe it himself... They can't see what he's looking at from where they are at the street beyond.
22:32 <Rob>: Rob left the machine behind an overgrown bit of nature strip and raced back up to the house.
22:33 <Emily>: Emily ran after him! He ran with one hand on the bridge of his nose, to prevent the glasses from sliding off.
22:33 <Jarahamee>: Robert couldn't make out a form in the darkness, but from within, two copper eyes watched him.
22:33 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia makes an angry sound "I'll blow its brains out. Is it another damned vampire?!"
22:33 <Emily>: "You'd smell something ... er ... rotten, if it was one of the creatures that took me!"
22:34 <Jarahamee>: Breg stood tensely, staring at it, holding his ax with one hand, and the torch with the other. The medicine ball lay on the ground.
22:34 <Rob>: "Show yourself, whatever you are. Or we'll huff and puff and Sylvia will blow your head off!"
22:34 <Emily>: Emily raised his hand weight menacingly.
22:36 <Jarahamee>: Huff and puff may have been the right word choice. A stringy animal that looked like a wolf stared back at them, its appearance awkward and its movement unnatural. The head flopped too much, the legs seemed jointed in all the wrong places, and the fur was worn thin in areas. The eyes seemed both withered and cataracted....
22:38 <Rob>: "Is this Wolf boy's mutt?"
22:38 <Jarahamee>: It stood without menacing them for a long time, and then dipped its head blindly to either side like a worm, before seeming to notice that Sylvia had a gun. It retreated a few steps, and then dashed away somewhere... Did it go out the front door?
22:39 <Jarahamee>: The movement was erratic, like its limbs had far too many joints when in motion, and the front of the body seemed overly flattened and held downwards....The body was too low, the legs wrong. Something was terrible-looking about this creature.
22:39 <Jarahamee>: Breg shivers.
22:39 <Emily>: "Um. That was not a healthy wolf. I suppose unethical breeding practices and or a suite of genetic defects might be responsible."
22:40 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia has no hesitation, she takes a shot at the creature with her shotgun.
22:40 <Emily>: "Sylvia! Wait! Don't hurt it!
22:40 <Jarahamee>: The sound is deafening. She misses and splinters wood on the floor next to it. It doesn't make a sound, but dashes off.
22:40 <Rob>: "Yeah, I think it's a little worse than that."
22:41 <Emily>: "Guns are not an ethical form of euthanasia. What are you thinking?!"
22:41 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia makes a sound "If that thing is still alive, I think it needs it. Look, did that look like a normal animal to you? I...something about that thing makes my skin crawl."
<Emily>: "I don't know. I've never seen an animal monster. Just people monsters. The walking dead and such. They are all people."
22:44 <Jarahamee>: Breg nods, and then shakes his head, as if he isn't sure how to make up his mind. "It didn't growl at me, but I think it wanted to attack me...I'm beginning to wonder if there are werewolves...That's still a person, isn't it?"
22:44 <Rob>: "I'm sure a person is reponsible."
22:45 <Rob>: (*Responsible)
22:45 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia looks around and then makes a broad gesture "Well, I'm pretty sure that a person did all of this. The monsters do a lot of sick stuff, but they do it to people."
22:46 <Rob>: "I agree, I'm sure its animal no longer. Shall we go further into the rabbit hole?"
22:47 <Jarahamee>: Breg nods. "I'm ready. The least we can do after yelling and shooting guns in here is investigating the rest."
22:47 <Emily>: "Lead the way, She with the Shotgun."
22:49 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia takes them upstairs. They find beer cans and empty alcohol bottles scattered across the floor of the second floor rooms... The walls are covered with increasingly bizarre drawings and symbols that seemed occult in nature.
22:49 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia pokes them, and then says "...ew...I think I do want to burn this house down."
22:50 <Jarahamee>: Breg shakes his head again "...We'd burn the neighborhood down, but we can burn what must be burned outside downstairs..on pavement."
22:50 <Rob>: "No one suspects the spanish inquisition.."
22:51 <Rob>: (Sorry I'm film reference crazy today lol)
22:51 <Emily>: (Don't apologize for that! NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THAT)
22:52 <Jarahamee>: The tablets and chairs are covered with small pieces of rot and filth, and there is shed fur from something all over the carpet and the floor, sloughing off in chunks. A number of strange books are strewn haphazardly across the table and the filthy bed. There are bloodstains along the walls and on the floor. A lack of effective cleaners didn't help the smell.
22:53 <Emily>: Emily picks up one of the books and reads its title for kicks and giggles. He's curious to know what kind of literature a monster like that would read.
22:53 <Jarahamee>: Emily reads "Book of Shadows"
22:54 <Jarahamee>: Inside are "spells" and incantations, and instructions to make your own magic.
22:54 <Rob>: "Anyone else suspecting that Jermraito guy? See his shirt? Gotta be into the juju."
22:55 <Emily>: Emily chucks the book over his shoulder.
22:55 <Jarahamee>: Breg raises his eyebrow. "I don't think so...He was weird but I don't think he'd do something like this..."
22:56 <Rob>: "It's always the quiet ones... except when it isn't..."
22:56 <Rob>: Rob scrutinized some of the tablets
22:57 <Jarahamee>: Rob sees insane scrawling. Someone was trying to cast "spells."
22:57 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia looks at all of it, and then goes to a window, and opens the window.
22:57 <Rob>: "Bit of a coincidence though right?"
22:57 <Emily>: "Did you see any wolf hides downstairs?"
22:58 <Jarahamee>: She then takes handfuls of paper and begins to tear up every piece she can find, ripping it into Chiclets-sized bites, and then sends it down as confetti onto the street below. Like the worlds most grotesque surprise party
22:58 <Jarahamee>: Breg shakes his head "Just the faces, and the german shepherd."
22:58 <Rob>: "Big one and that creature..."
22:59 <Emily>: Emily pokes around and whistles a couple times, looking for the mangy wolfmonster.
23:03 <Jarahamee>: There's nothing to be found. It must have fled out of the house.
23:03 <Jarahamee>: The rest of the rooms don't reveal much for their friends, but there's evidence that more than one person was within the house.
23:03 <Emily>: Do they find evidence of anything living, such as cats in cages, the like?
23:03 <Emily>: (Any animals living there, I mean.)
23:04 <Jarahamee>: They find no evidence of living animals in this house, thankfully.
23:05 <Emily>: "Well, now. Let's burn it down." Emily seems eager to leave and get things over with.
23:05 <Jarahamee>: Breg shakes his head. "It will spread to the other houses. I don't want to burn anyone else to death by accident."
23:05 <Rob>: "With note showing our address, yeah?"
23:06 <Jarahamee>: "We'll burn what we found, but nothing else. And we'll take our equipment back."
23:06 <Emily>: "I'm not eager to touch those flayed animals." He gathers the books, instead, and takes them downstairs to pile with the animal pieces.
23:07 <Rob>: "Bit conspicous, there's going to be some pissed off witches. They're going to notice."
23:07 <Jarahamee>: Breg and Sylvia take the skins out and dump the foul liquid outside.
23:07 <Jarahamee>: "I don't care." Says Breg honestly.
23:07 <Rob>: Rob still grabs some bits and follows the others.
23:08 <Rob>: "Okay but we should be vigilant."
<Emily>: "Sleep under the bed with me. There is room."
23:08 <Emily>: "It is safer."
23:09 <Emily>: "Witches never look under beds."
23:09 <Rob>: "Oh really? Must be the noses."
23:09 <Emily>: "Absolutely that."
Jarahamee>: Sylvia and Breg watch it burn quietly.
23:12 <Jarahamee>: Whispy grey and yellow smoke billows into the sky.
23:12 <Rob>: Rob watches noisely, chatting to Emily.
<Emily>: Emily speaks of deep, thoughtful things.
23:13 <Emily>: "We should start a Kale garden."
23:14 <Rob>: "It grows on spite."
23:14 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia nods. "We should. I feel better already. GENTLEMEN...help me haul all this stuff home. We're going to have a nice dinner tonight."
23:14 <Emily>: "A dinner rich with spite. Mmm."
23:14 <Jarahamee>: "What a bitter fruit." says Breg, and herds them back home. He may have had the bravado, but he didn't want to stay here too long any more than they did.
Rob>: "Hope there's plenty of red juicy meat!"
23:15 <Rob>: Rob keep an eye out for pissed off witches as they went.
23:15 <Emily>: "You know, it's possible to be healthy without meat, my dear friend."
23:16 <Rob>: "Ha!"
23:16 <Emily>: "When you see the love and intelligence in a chicken's eyes, you will understand."
<Jarahamee>: Breg wanders back towards the house. The street was quiet and still, and it made him uneasy. He looked from side to side every once in a while, but seemed otherwise preoccupied.
23:17 <Jarahamee>: Sylvia hums a tune to herself, she's in a great mood after their victory over the wannabe witches.
23:18 <Jarahamee>: They have a pleasant evening setting up their machine.
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