Monday, October 13th, 2014
Turn 5
Harpo is more than a little displeased at the presence of raccoon... bears? Raccoon bears in the woods. His position was rather untenable presently. There was only one thing to do, really.
Expend an AP to get back to the family house as soon as possible! Run like the wind and don't look back!
...NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
Harpo quickly flees the army of giant raccoon bear monsters! Harpo pelts back up the path, desperately outpacing the shadowy silhouettes that lumber through the trees lining the way. Harpo runs back toward the house, barking a warning to the Floyd man as the Floyd man comes around the corner. Harpo runs all the way back to where the Car had been, though the Car is there no more. The woods are strange, and mysterious, and unscouted, and
hostile.
The Floyd Man catches up with Harpo, and opens a door to the big house, which Harpo eagerly darts through. This den will be an excellent place to defend against the rac-CHEESE.
Harpo skids to a halt, toenails clicking on the wooden floor of the Foyer. Somewhere in the house, Harpo smells cheese. Cheese, much like pork chops and bacon, is a sometimes food which the Floyd man and the Mary-Anne wife would prefer to be a nevertime food for Harpo. Harpo is not sure why cheese is forbidden to Harpo, but Harpo knows that it tastes very good, though maybe not so good as pork chops. Harpo feels a little guilty over failing Harpo's mission, but not so guilty that Harpo would turn down a treat over it.
Harpo Objective set!Floyd started jogging when he heard Harpo howl. Damn! If that dog's gotten in trouble... Well, that didn't bear thinking about. The family loved him; hell, Floyd did too, in his own sort of quiet way. And starting this job by having to take Harpo to the vet or worse didn't sit well with him. But while he was thinking all that, the rottweiler dashed past him at top speed. "Well, all right then. C'mon boy, let's get you inside. I know you don't like vegetables but maybe Mary-Anne can find something for ya." He turned around and trotted after the dog.
Floyd gets Harpo back into the house, burning an AP if he has to, then goes to the kitchen and eats the delicious meal while it's still hot.
...Floyd blinks in astonishment as Harpo rips past. It's been a while since he's seen the dog move that fast! Still, if Harpo wants to go inside now, he's picked a convenient time. Jogging back to the front door, Floyd opens it for the dog, and Harpo runs right inside. Floyd breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door behind him; the job's all done, and before dark, no less. A nice bit of work; now, time for dinner.
Patting Harpo on the head on his way by, Floyd makes his way to the Dining room. He takes in the room with a pleased smile; the table cleared for the family, the steaming cheesy meal at the head of the table, the big stone fireplace... it might be cold and lifeless now, but Floyd had some plans for that fireplace involving a warm blanket, a spare sofa from somewhere, and his lovely wife.
Floyd smiles as he hears Mary-Anne attempting to wrangle the children. Well, no point in waiting for everyone to get downstairs before digging in; what the meal lacks in meat, it makes up by being hot and oh so cheesy. Yep, everything is right in the world.
Floyd Objective met! +3 XPWell, he'd have to get used to it. And they could always fix the window, right...?
Ugh. Well, his mother wanted him to come down for dinner, so he'd have to interrupt his moping to do so.
Come down to dinner.
...Garen sighs morosely. There's nothing to be done, really, unless he can find a way to fix the window. ...
actually... isn't that part of Dad's job? Fixing up the place? Maybe there's a spare window around here Garen can talk Floyd into installing in his room, a window the workers didn't have time to put in themselves. After all, he wouldn't want his firstborn son to be stuck in a dark tomb all winter long, right?
Buoyed by the happy thought, Garen makes his way downstairs to dinner, passing his mother on the stairs. He eyes the mess of bread, cheese, and broccoli dubiously, but when he digs in he finds the steamy mixture to be quite tasty. Definitely worth coming downstairs for.
Mary-Anne sighed at the lack of response from the kids. Neither of them would let hunger beat their desire to explore the house until it was ten minutes past lights out, and even then they'd complain about the food being cold if she didn't see them fed soon. "Garen, Maryn! You have ten minutes to get down here before I come up there, you can explore after you eat!"
Give the kids a bit more time upstairs, then go up and drag them bodily to dinner. If any of them come downstairs for a reason other than dinner, shoo them into the dining room. If, by a miracle, the kids do come to dinner of there own volition then try to help Floyd bring Harpo in. Expend an AP.
...Mary-Anne waits impatiently at the bottom of the stairs, tapping her foot while she waits for Garen and Maryn to come down. A gust of cold air announces Floyd's return to the Mansion, and Harpo sticks a curious nose through the Foyer door. Good, that's half the family. The other half...
"Where's your sister?" Mary-Anne asks her son as he comes down the stairs.
Garen shrugs. "She's still running around up there. She's probably going to try and take
your room, the way she's going."
"Oh is she?" Mary-Anne replies wryly. After pointing Garen in the direction of the food, she begins climbing the stairs, shivering as the air becomes chillier. She'd have to find the thermostat posthaste, after dinner. Looking around the top of the stairs, Mary-Anne sees no open doors, but the stairs to the attic are down, and there's a light on up there.
Gee, I wonder where Maryn is?
"hehehe"
Leap up, grab the pullchain, pull down the attic ladder, and into the attic I go!
...As Garen heads downstairs, Maryn makes her way over to the attic hatch. Stretching her fingers, she gathers herself, then leaps high into the air. Her fingers knock the pullrope down on her first try! The end of the rope now dangling in front of her eyes, Maryn takes a firm hold and sharply yanks downward.
The hatch swings downward incredibly quickly, bouncing as it reaches the bottom of its reach and nearly retracting back up into the ceiling. Hastily, Maryn steadies the perfectly-balanced staircase, putting it firmly in the down position. Each step on the stair is lined with some kind of short green carpet; Maryn scrambles upwards on hands and feet.
The attic is dark, almost pitch black. In the dim light from downstairs, Maryn sees a chain dangling out of the shadows, and gives it a good yank. A bare bulb near the very center of the attic flares into life, shedding a harsh white light on the odds and ends crammed up here. The space is cluttered with odds and ends. A spare couch is protected by a white dustcloth, and covered with unlabeled cardboard boxes. More boxes, chairs, tables, lamps, and other odds and ends fill the space.
A largish wooden crate rests next to an old-fashioned vacuum cleaner, the bulky hose splayed across the floor.Maryn steps forward, peeking into the sharp shadows cast by the light. The attic is
unnaturally still, and the sound of Maryn's breath seems to echo raucously in the space. Her breathing is the only thing she hears; the wind outside, her mother's shouts, even the faint murmur of the Mansion's heating system all fade away.
Maryn shifts uneasily; it's exciting to be the first one in a strange new room like this, but it's also a little unsettling. It's like she's sneaking into somebody else's house. Still, there's a lot of neat things poking out of the boxes in this room: interestingly carved lamps, an ornate (but empty) pictureframe, a glass orb of some kind (maybe a snowglobe?) a...
neat little elephant statue?Maryn edges closer, interested. On an endtable covered with a white tablecloth, a little black figurine of an elephant standing on its hind legs glints in the reflected light of a nearby mirror. It's quite smooth and polished, and the eyes appear to be blue glass. It's definitely a cool little thing to be gathering dust in the attic.
Attic visited! +1 XPFloyd the FatherObjective:
Unpack the car!AP:
3/3XP:
3/10Status: Normal
Inventory: Manilla Folder (last seen in Foyer)
Traits:
Gearhead Mary-Anne the MotherObjective:
Feed the family!AP:
2/3XP:
0/10Status: Normal
Inventory: None
Traits:
Mama's Healing Kisses Garen the TeenagerObjective:
Get the best room!,
Unpack!AP: 3/3XP: 0/5Status: Normal
Inventory: Nintendo DSi
Traits: Diverse Interests (Geography) Maryn the Little KidObjective:
Get the best room!,
Explore!AP: 3/3XP: 4/10Status: Normal
Inventory: None
Traits: Curious Little Monkey Harpo the Family Dog.Objectives:
SMELL EVERYTHING,
EAT THE FOREST SMELL!,
CHEEEEEESEAP: 0/3XP: 0/10Status: Normal
Inventory: None
Trait: Loyal Companion 
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