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[SOLDIER First]

"I hadn't opened the door yet."

SB peers at the inside of the severed door.

"It wasn't even locked... well. How cliche."

[WillowLuman]

(AHH, ninjas!)

[Roll again due to noise: 25. No encounter]
[Roll for loot, d20: 6, 11]

Upon breaking open the [6] two-door sedan, it seems to either belong to a college student or a hobo, given the amount and type of stuff inside. Packaged food, ramen mostly, papers and wrappers scattered about, and piles of laundry. There might be yet more items beneath all the crap.

"Quasar, the only reason I haven't pet Hugo yet is because he's a giant freaking adult werewolf and not an adorable lil puppy or cat. If he were a puppy, petting would be had."

((Iton. Nobody said that IC. Soooooo that's just weird jibbering from the ghost.))

[[Actually, pretty my character theorized it several pages ago. Will edit in link later.]]

((That was before we encountered the ghost though. Also, and goes for everybody, in the future, PMs might be better when only a specific person needs spoilers to correct something.))

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Iton clears some of the crap in the car onto the road. We already have crappy packaged food

[SOLDIER First]

"Ugh. Gross. So many dirty clothes.
..many? Or is it much? Whatever."

[WillowLuman]

As Iton pulls out piles of laundry, [4] not much is visible amongst the clothes. A toothbrush and a hairbrush, stuck in a sleeve and a pocket. Still more layers of crap and clutter remain, though the chances of finding something good seem dubious.

"Hey, maybe you'll find more weed in there."

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Iton grabs a dirty sock and throws it at Quasar [7] the sock flies past quasar as he flies up and dodges it
"you never know when we might find one of Crematio's old friends"

[WillowLuman]

"Hey, yeah! Crematio, know anyone who might be interred in cheap tupperware?"

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Why?

[WillowLuman]

"Cuz odds are none of your friends got containers as nice as yours."

HugoLuman walks over to help search the car, not having much else to do. It was crammed with odors, and though he'd begun to tune out the general air for sanity, he could make no sense of all the input bombarding his brain when he stuck his head in the car. So, holding his breath, he started digging through one of the piles. [13] At the very bottom, in the footwell, he found a couple things. He stepped out of the car to take a breath and Quasar pulled them both out of the car.
"Got a disposable lighter and a can of compressed air here."

[technicallyAdventurer]

"Many." Tech provided for SB, going to stand beside him, seeing as she preferred a friend who barely knew her over strangers who she didn't know at all— she wasn't too good with people she didn't know. Concerning the car, she didn't do much. She just kinda stood and watched everyone else rummage through the mess inside.

[SOLDIER First]

SB nods to Tech.

"That's pretty concerning, Quasar."

[Prophet]

Prophet watches the others while petting his cat.

[WillowLuman]

SB nods to Tech.

"That's pretty concerning, Quasar."

"Why? That means we have a potential explosive. Wish it was something more flammable, though. Whoever had the car probably just had a computer or something to clean."
Oh hey! HugoLuman climbs back in and digs around some more, [2] but fails to find any hint of a computer. [15] In digging, though, he discovers a small guitar buried between the two front seats. At this point, the piles had mostly been dug through, leaving only small items like loose change or spent batteries.

"Who wants a guitar? We should get moving, though."

[SOLDIER First]

"Well, think about it. A car full of dirty clothes and food, with an obvious weapon and a not-so-obvious weapon inside of it... what kind of person do you think lived in this car?"

[Arcvasti]

Arcvasti, pacing around and worrying his coin while muttering to himself, stops and turns to the group.

**The bladetrousers. They won't cross the curb, correct? And they're mechanical? They're guarding something. Or someONE. And there could be good loot in that warehouse. We can't just get beaten off like this.**

Arcvasti turns towards Prophet.

**I've seen your wisp melt locks and burn wires. How do you think it would fare against bladetrousers? If necessary, I could enhance your wisp with my own powers. Because I'm thinking that, if your wisp can incapacitate or destroy the bladetrousers, we'll have access to whatever's in the warehouse, which, judging by the heavy guard on it, could be fairly substantial. If anyone else has some kind of ranged non-ballistic ability, since bullets don't consistently work on those things, please let us know, as it could be invaluable if we do try to capture the warehouse.**