Kat notes a particularly interesting fact about the building, namely that it seems to be inhabited by awfully responsible people.
"These seem to be very organized squatters..."
Following this train of thought, she heads over to what she thinks might be the front door. Well, a loading dock, at any rate. The point is, she knocks on it.
"Hmm. Wonder if they like potatoes? Or... damn. I wonder if they like being potatoes? Hmm. Do you think knocking is the best thing? If I was in there, which, you know, I wouldn't be, I might think you were the cops... Anyway," Halesey says quite confusingly and confusedly, looking at the factory. Looks like it has a whole bunch of entrances - at least three out front and probably a back one as well, he'd bet. However, that sort of information is not very useful right now, since Kat's already knocked and everything and...
Hm. He supposes he'll just displace two of his nine beans to help pass the time.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 1-->6-1]
He concentrates on the beans, and they do indeed disappear! Halesey feels rather good for a moment until they reappear in his nose, causing him to react with the loudest and probably most painful sneeze of his life, followed by two beans being rapidly ejected from his nostrils.
Well, could have been worse, he guesses - they could have appeared in his brain or something. That would have been a hoot and a half.
Larry, glancing at the solemnly waiting Kat, offers words of his own on the matter, supporting the rather indisposed Halesey's idea.
"He's got a point - why knock when we can just bust in and claim our birthright? I'm sure one of you can shoot lightning or chuck fire by now - a flick of that, a blast of fans, maybe a few raptors, and they'll be gone for good. Once we do that we can go about turning this into a floating doom castle or whatever."
"Oh, and these beans. They, you know, the alcoholic that hobos like, or that hobos might be? Coz they could be useful..."
Elizabeth, also hanging back for the time being, decides to snark a little for the common good while trying to conjure some lottery tickets.
[Elizabeth's affinity roll: 5+1]
A sizable pile of lottery tickets appears at her feet after she concentrates her will in arcane ways most mortals can only begin to comprehend. They smell magnificent.
"Bleh. We're getting ourselves in a real mess here, I can feel it. What are we gonna do? Charge in, wands blazing? We don't know how many people there are inside, don't know the layout of this place and all the wonderful little hiding spots, don't know what kind of improvised weaponry we could face, don't know what kind of spiteful friends they may have, don't know anything about the consequences of our actions -- oh, fine. Kick the door in. I'm sure everything's going to be alright."
"Well, of course we go in like we own the place, because we do! They just haven't been told yet. What, you have a better idea?"
"Well, I'd have preferred to take a more... lawful approach to the whole thing? You know, never even considering storming a factory, the home of some people at this point, evicting them, making grudges, just because leylines? I'd just have rented a flat right next to the factory. Leylines should still be pretty strong there. Perhaps gone for an arrangement with the squatters - you give us free reign in the basement and don't disturb ever, and we pay in lottery tickets. Or potatoes. Or dinosaur meat. Or, hell, alcoholic beans. Actually, now that I think of it, that sounds like a pretty cool idea. Shame that I got it a bit late..."
"Anyway. I respect whatever's the majority decision here, because we're in this magic thing together. Don't expect me to be enthusiastic about it, though."
"Lawful? Really? We are above the law now. But fine, if some silly sense of morals compels you to do this the NICE way, then why don't you shoot a pile of lottery tickets over there and tell them to have at it?"
And while they chat, a rather large, skeletal-looking man who appears to have suffered from extreme chemical burns at some point in the past (they appear to have healed somewhat, though he's still... erm... missing bits) opens up the door to the loading dock, staring at Kat with mildly glassy eyes.
"What do you want, lady? This ain't a good place for you to be," he says, looking mildly concerned, particularly after noticing the three undesirables hanging around nearby.
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