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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 9, 2013 20:26:25 GMT -8
Beau- "Well. We know from the file that the mummy was 'Michael Vollan', and that he lived near 'ere. We must go zere, find clues to the other mummy. It is early, so we may be able to do this and go home tonight."
Joe- "Wow. No rest no peace, huh?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 9, 2013 20:36:43 GMT -8
Patti- "Hey, Stevie, you mind if I hold onto this until we get out of this craphole town?"
"I doubt that the guy kept a journal or a handwritten phone book, but if we can salvage a hard drive or cell phone, we might be able to get the other guy's name."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 9, 2013 21:33:05 GMT -8
Ashley- "I suppose now that it is daylight, it would be easier to conduct an investigation before we head home." He hoped they did not meet any sleeping wirework crackpires, because he was feeling pretty stiff today.
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Post by Gillsing on Aug 9, 2013 22:38:26 GMT -8
Ben had completely forgotten about mummyhunting, and was all geared to go home. Oh well, it certainly made sense to keep looking for clues to mummy whereabouts, so he wasn't going to complain. Ben- "Harddrive sounds good. Phone sounds like something he would've brought along wherever he went, but maybe he made an exception at the end of his human existence. Let's ride!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 10, 2013 17:49:30 GMT -8
The "Let's ride" reminded Kyle of action movies and westerns and such, and he thought about what their group of random weirdos would look like, rolling down the suburban streets on huffies, with slo-mo camera work and "Bad to the Bone" playing in the background. Kyle- "Heh." THEY RODE!
Aside from a few obstructions and hold-ups, they made good time. By 8:15 AM, they were in a thickly treed cul-de-sac, with no sidewalks and burned bodies in most of the ditches that lined the lanes. A few survivors peered at them from inside houses, but didn't bother to come out.
The Vollan residence had an SUV in the driveway that was coated in pollen and pine leaves. It seemed like survivors had rid the neighborhood of outdoor zombies, so they casually dropped the bikes on the street and walked up to the front door. Seth- "Here we are. For quicks, a pair of people hit each room, toss it, and move on until we have everything interesting. Like, evidence about his homies or places he's been."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 10, 2013 19:55:33 GMT -8
Ashley- "I'll go. Patti, come with me, we'll do the first set of rooms." Ashley picked up the torch and sword, and headed off to go investigate the room and see what he could see.
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Post by Gillsing on Aug 10, 2013 22:59:33 GMT -8
Ben nodded, and was at his glorious leader's command. Ben- "Should we expect any monsters in his closets?" At least there'd be a limit to how many 'hounds' someone would be able to hide in a regular house. Though on second thought, that limit could still be too high.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 11, 2013 1:57:39 GMT -8
Joe- "Maybe, but this neighborhood is pretty peaceful. If there's anything in here, it's quiet and doesn't bug the neighbors, or it'd be in the ditch out there..." Ashley forced the door open and everyone filed into the living room. Joe opened the blinds quickly, casting a modest blue-grey light over the room. It was unmarred by violence. There were a few pictures of the family around the blandly decorated living room, but it seemed the parents had stopped taking pictures of young Michael sometime around the age of 10. People broke into twos to check out other rooms.
Seth, Beau, and Chou walked boldly into the hall to the rooms, followed by everyone but Kyle and Becky, who went the other way to the kitchen. Seth led his team into the first room on the left. The remaining three person team went to the first room on the right.
Seth's team determined they were in some kind of small den or craft room, which had been set up with a computer. The environment suggested it had been used by grandmas, but Beau started to remove the hard drive anyway.
Ben, Stevie, and Joe were in a bedroom. It seemed probable a man lived in it previously, but was it the teenage Michael, or someone else? There were model fighter jets on tables and army propaganda posters on the wall. Stevie got straight into extracting the hard drives from the computer.
The light in all the bedrooms was worse than in the living room, but people had fire for ghosts, and it doubled as illumination. The house was still, mildewy, and musty. In the bedroom, there were moth larva by the dozens on a web-strewn wall. Little moths annoyed Joe. Joe- "Go into the light, sons of bitches!"
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Post by Gillsing on Aug 11, 2013 3:40:04 GMT -8
Ben went down on the floor to look under the bed. Any monsters or porn or magic ritual supplies? When Seth had said to "toss" each room, Ben hadn't known exactly what that meant, but it sure sounded like what burglars or asshole cops would do: Tear everything apart, and pour everything out on the floor to be sifted for valuables or incriminating evidence.
So Ben figured that he'd better be thorough, and at the very least check for places where people might hide stuff. But he still couldn't bring himself to wreck the place, or make too much of a mess. Because on TV you never saw the smart cops do shit like that unless they were intentionally trying to piss off some heinous serial killer or such. Which could certainly apply to Michael Vollan, except it was too late to piss him off. Ben- "Sure looks like an older guy's room, doesn't it? Model airplanes are so... Well, they're so last generation I don't even know when they were popular. Maybe Michael's dad was some kind of military guy with strict discipline? I figure something must've driven those kids into hating everyone." But what did Ben really know? He was no psychologist. Stevie- "Maybe... Yeah, I'm thinkin' it's dad's room. Weird he didn't bed down with the missus..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 11, 2013 21:05:12 GMT -8
Ashley, probably accompanied by Patti, went to open one of the other doors and see what he could find beyond. If it was locked, he would do his damnest to kick or slam it down. He then investigates their findings, unaware of the room with model airplanes or the grandmother room.
He poked around and wondered about the content of whatever lay there. He had no expectations. There was always the stereotype of what a sociopathic child's room would be like, but they could really be anyone, or anything, hiding in secret, and perhaps that was the most frightening thing of all to people who spent more time worrying about it than he did.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 12, 2013 5:19:02 GMT -8
Ashley and Patti were the first in so they had to toss the living room. They took mental notes, but saw nothing worth keeping, so they quickly moved down the hall past where Seth, Ben, and the others had gone. Joe poked his head into the hall as they passed. Joe- "Hey, I'm with you guys." He followed them into a woman's bedroom. There was a lot more to parse here. Joe tried to keep his flare from incinerating the duvet that flowed off the bed and threatened to cover the room. As Ashley looked under it, moths fluttered out, again swarming the Korean guy. He spat.
Becky finished the kitchen and moved onto the back hall, laundry room, and then into the back yard. Kyle- "So... looks like someone came in the back door and raided the kitchen. Survivors. But what happened to dude's family?"
Becky- "... There's a lot more than that. What does it take to turn yourself into a mummy? You'd need help..."
Kyle- "So... When and where did he do it and where did his help go? After he turned, he'd be real hard to move, so he may have done it right there at the school - like, after hours. Maybe peglegs helped him out? But that thing didn't seem like it would have the dexterity to mummify a dude. And the blood guy would be too messy."
Becky- "Possessed? I'm surprised we didn't see any."
Kyle- "There ain't nothing out here... Anyway, maybe this guy didn't get along with the demons and they split, after helping wrap his ass."
Becky- "Fuck it." They went back inside.
In the front hall computer room, Seth's team finished up. Beau- "I have a good feeling about zis."
Seth- "...If only we could get to gutless boy's livejournal..." They moved on.
Ben and Stevie had a lot to go through in the man's closet and stayed in that room. There was nazi memorabilia and VHS tapes of westerns, some porn, tennis rackets, and lots more boxes of military models. Pretty much an all-American dad.
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Post by Gillsing on Aug 12, 2013 15:41:01 GMT -8
Ben weighed a tennis racket in his hand. Learn how to hit a ball hard and with accuracy, and a person could do some damage with flaming tennis balls. He shoved the racket into his backpack to keep the mummy-saw company. Ben- "Looks like none of this loot is worth keeping, really. Let's hope the others did better." Ben looked around for tennis balls to go with the racket. If he actually started to set them on fire, they'd run out pretty quickly.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 12, 2013 18:57:06 GMT -8
Ben totally found a canister of four tennis balls.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 12, 2013 20:10:47 GMT -8
Patti tried to think like a mother. She never had any interest in having children and she only recently gained the ability to understand women who did. This was a daunting task.
If you took something from your son, something that was troubling, something you didn't want him to find again, where would you hide it?
On top in the closet? No, the kid was a teenager, and quite possibly taller than his mother. Maybe old habits died hard. She checks there anyway.
In your underwear drawer? She wasn't sure that would gross a teenage boy out as much as she would hope, but it would scunner her something fierce. Still, she pulled out the drawer and overturned it onto the floor. She kicked things around with her shoe, not wanting to touch anything.
Maybe something more mundane... hiding in plain sight. She looked for something innocuous, like a knitting basket or potpourri sachets.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 12, 2013 20:25:05 GMT -8
He left no stone unturned, and tore into everything, including the couch and behind every shelf that still stood, looking for anything important. He ripped open every drawer to look for secrets, and looked for anything that seemed even vaguely handwritten and important.
When he was satisfied, he moved on to check the room Patti had been looking at. The house was strangely peaceful, and that bothered him, but not much. Who knows why that was important to anyone.
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