Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Twinwolf]

Nod yes for the mirror

[WillowLuman]

Nod yes for the mirror

"Right, um..." with little warning, Greg rather nervously scoops you up, which is very disorienting seeing as you just figured out how to sit up, and carries you to one of the closed doors, which he opens into a small bathroom. In the mirror over the sink, you can see Greg awkwardly holding a fluffy black cat, with green (you think - it's hard to tell, with all the colors looking off) eyes and a few white patches, like the one on the right side of her face. You know that's you, but you expect to see, well, you, in the mirror, so it's sort of like looking at the mirror and finding yourself absent. It's very strange.

[Orange Wizard]

Miaow mournfully. Wait for the cops to show up.

[WillowLuman]

You let out a mournful noise, which, in other circumstances, would probably sound kind of funny. Then you hear something outside over the rain, splashing: footsteps in puddles. There comes a knock on the door, and Greg jumps, dropping you. He winces, and whispers "Shit! Sorry!"

From outside, you hear a slightly familiar voice: Officer Phil. "Hello, this is the police!"

Greg looks back and forth, then whispers, "I'd better answer it..."

[Orange Wizard]

Find a chair to sit on and watch the proceedings.

[WillowLuman]

(Frikkin firefox, restarting and eating my update >:[ )

[WillowLuman]

Looking around, you see all the available chairs covered in papers and books and other various clutter, so you opt for the couch. You overcome your vertigo enough to walk over (god, your feet feel weird), then, realizing the couch seat is up about twice your height, you contemplate a jump. After taking a moment to gather your courage, you leap what seems to you like 12 feet up and somehow land just fine on the cushion. It's scary, but you try your best to calm down, sit still, and act natural.

Gregor opens the door to an unfamiliar man, holding a large, harnessed dog that seems to want to get in. You feel the hairs on your back involuntarily bristle up. "Can I help you, officers? And... is that a gun?" asks Greg.

"Hello sir," says the unfamiliar cop. "Has anyone else come to your door tonight?"

"Uh... not really, no," he answers.

"Well, we've been following this trail of broken brush and muddy footprints, right up you your porch it seems. You sure?"

"I went out to the wood shed earlier," Greg replies.

The unfamiliar cop crosses his arms and nods. "Mmmmm. Well, um, Charlie here," he tugs on the leash, "also seems to think this is the right direction. Mind if we come in out of the rain for a bit?"
"...um... okay...." His face is turned away from you, but he seems to be trying to stay blank.
The cop enters with the dog, followed (sure enough) by Officer Phil, holding a shotgun. The dog seems drawn to where you were standing while talking with Greg a minute ago, but after sniffing the spot, let's out a confused noise. "Are you looking for someone?" asks Greg.

"Mind if we have a look around?" asks the unknown cop.

"...Why would I? That is, sure." Greg shrugs. The dog begins sniffing the pendant, left lying on the table, quite intently, which Phil takes notice of. He walks over and around the coffee table, and looks right at you for a moment before crouching down to check under the couch and the table. The unnamed officer walks into the kitchen and peeks under the counter before turning back around to look at Greg. "Sir, would you mind accompanying us back to the station? We just need to ask a few questions."

"Ah, well, I can see you must be parked a bit far, and it's dark and rainy out there. I'd really rather not. Whatever you want to ask you can... um... ask it here..."

"Do you know anyone by the name of Emily Burke?" asks the officer.

"Emily Burke...?" You can see Greg keeping his face quite blank.

Officer Phil stands up, and picks up the pendant. "Harn, I've seen this. I'm sure she had it with her at the station." "Harn" responds with a glare. "Hey, it didn't seem like it needed conf-"

"So, where'd you get that?" interrupts the other Officer.

"Hey, that's mine! I don't know why anyone else would have it."

"Chester seems pretty interested in it."

"Well, I don't know what's with your dog. And keep him away from the cat!" Harn pulls the dog away from the table.

Phil pulls out a walkie-talkie. "Get groups to refocus search on 5 miles up Westervelt Pass from Station. Over."

"Listen," says Officer Harn, putting his hands on his hips, "we have a manhunt situation here, and I think it would be best if you come with me to help clear things up. Just going to take a little drive down to the station and ask a few questions. We'll have you back in no time, okay? You wouldn't want there to be a problem in our investigation, would you."

"O... Okay. We'll be back real soon, right? And if I let you search the place and you see there's no one else here you'll just leave me alone?"

"Yep. Don't you worry, and if there's any sign that she might have just happened to pass by, you'd want us to know, right?"

"Of course, officer. Just search or whatever. I just don't want to walk so far in the rain..."

"Now don't you worry. Come on down to the station and just make both our lives a little easier."

Greg sighs. "...Alright. Let me get my coat." He slips on an anorak draped over a chair, and looks worriedly back at you as he steps out the door.

Harn, as he leaves, looks back towards Phil and says. "You heard him, you can search the place. Don't break anything."

[Twinwolf]

Keep away from Charlie the Dog

[High tyrol]

Keep away from Charlie the Dog

1+

[Worldmaster27]

Keep away from Charlie the Dog

1+

+1
and hiss at them if they get too close

[WillowLuman]

You remain pressed up against against your corner on the couch as you continue watching. "Nice kitty?" says Phil, reaching a hand towards you, but you hiss, and he withdraws it, looking disappointed. The dog just seems very confused, sniffing at the pendant again, and follows Phil as he goes to search the bedroom. It only takes less than a minute, as the place is so small, and you hear, "Huh, looks cle-"

A flash of light comes from the bedroom and Phil stumbles out, clutching his eyes. "AH! What the fuck was that!?" Charlie begins barking, prompting Phil to yell "Quiet down, boy, quiet!" while rubbing his eyes. "Shit!" He takes out his walkie-talkie, still clutching his face with his other hand. "Harn, wait up! No sign of anyone here. But I tripped something bright, maybe a broken lamp or something. Over." He stumbles out the door, the dog following. "Shit! My eyes!" You hear their footsteps splashing away, and voices off in the distance.

[Twinwolf]

Go find out what happened.

[WillowLuman]

You climb down from the couch and walk over to the bedroom, still weirded out by the sensation of your feet. There's a neatly made bed that doesn't look like it's been slept on in a while (given the general messiness of this place), though what catches your attention is the dresser. On the top drawer, you see inscribed a symbol of some kind, glowing, yet fading, like the wires inside a toaster after they finish. Parts of it flake off as ashes as it fades, leaving behind no trace.

[armach]

Try to open the top drawer, after making sure that the cops left the house.

[Prophet]

Go back to the couch.