WHO: Athessa, Loxley, Richard and Yngvi WHAT: Exploring the Crossroads, mapping eluvians, not pooching stealth rolls. WHEN: Drakonis WHERE: Everywhere and In Between NOTES:OOC Notes
Draped sheets and deep shadows make the clutter of an ostentatious attic full of ostentatious bullshit all the more stifling; Dick is as still as any of the furniture, barely breathing, and standing well back from a few fingers of daylight filtering in wan through the single window. Slowly, he draws his journal from a holster at his side, followed by a wrapped stick of charcoal. Slowly, he folds the cover back and sets stick to paper.
He hasn’t taken more than a step or two away from the eluvian itself -- leaving just enough room for others slip by him as he sketches.
In a chamber below, a chair scrapes back from a table, and murmuring voices raise into laughter. Sounds like it might be a party they weren't invited to.
Luckily, thanks to their previous near-miss with the cliff's edge, Athessa's entry through the eluvian is on the cautious side of things. She still nearly collides with Richard's back, since he's not budging and not making room for anyone else to step through, but she's small enough that she can eke out of the glass and step into place beside him with minimal struggle and causing but a single smudge on Richard's sketch.
"After being in there, this is kind of underwhelming as far as spooky shit goes," she whispers, eyes shining in the low light as they take in the old storage space. She can't quite see out the window, but maybe if she climbs on some of the sheet-covered junk she can get there without leaving footprints.
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He hasn’t taken more than a step or two away from the eluvian itself -- leaving just enough room for others slip by him as he sketches.
In a chamber below, a chair scrapes back from a table, and murmuring voices raise into laughter. Sounds like it might be a party they weren't invited to.
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"After being in there, this is kind of underwhelming as far as spooky shit goes," she whispers, eyes shining in the low light as they take in the old storage space. She can't quite see out the window, but maybe if she climbs on some of the sheet-covered junk she can get there without leaving footprints.