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Post by Oats on Jun 22, 2009 17:05:56 GMT -5
"Let's get some more light in here, see what there is to see.
"See if there's anything worth seeing."
He opens the windows and their shutters.
Maybe it'll help dampen the strong odours in here, too.
Charles then investigates the vanity, reading the labels of the tinctures and tonics, making note of any rare perfumes he may find.
He then heads on over to the bed, "This is where the diary was found?"
"Yeah, under the matress a little."
Charles lifts the matress, expecting to find mould, hoping to find nothing, but checking anyways, his instincts telling him there is no such thing as luck.
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Post by Squashua on Jun 22, 2009 17:17:19 GMT -5
Charles lifts the window up, then leans out to push the shutters open, and latch them, letting light and an idle, slightly refreshing breeze enter the room. Off to the east-most part of the property, out of reasonable earshot, he spies Roger and Benjamin making their way to the northeast corner. Still dreary and gray, the room is now much easier to navigate.
Charles examines the vanity, and while not an expert on the oils used for feminine refinement, he is certain some of the dusty bottles could be cleaned up and re-distributed, if they haven't spoiled. Most of the brushes and powders are still somewhat viable, if old.
Under the mattress is nothing, save for a slight stain where the journal once lay, but the chaos knocks the nightstand over, the drawer of which spills open. Among the contents are a handful of yellowed, validated envelopes.
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Post by FunkyWaltDogg on Jun 23, 2009 7:59:50 GMT -5
Growing restless as Charles and Daniel cover ground that's already well-trodden, David walks back out into the hall and opens the door to the south of the preparatory room.
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Post by Wildcat on Jun 23, 2009 8:33:03 GMT -5
Benjamin purses his lips as he and Roger regard the hunting path. "I wonder if it would be worth checking out the location of that accident. It would be unlikely that we could pinpoint the exact spot though."
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 8:41:14 GMT -5
Growing restless as Charles and Daniel cover ground that's already well-trodden, David walks back out into the hall and opens the door to the south of the preparatory room. Unlike the other, nicer doors, the southern door is overlaid with wood paneling, slightly masking it's presence among the other doors, but still obviously a door. "Probably a lesser-used room," suspects David as he grasps the doorknob with his right hand. He turns the knob, but the door is locked. He's not exactly sure if Daniel or Henry had the keys last. |
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Post by Oats on Jun 23, 2009 9:07:04 GMT -5
Charles grabs the envelopes, and goes to inspect the door David has wandered over to. Quickly realizing it's locked, he shouts down to Henry, to inquire about the location of the keys.
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Post by FunkyWaltDogg on Jun 23, 2009 9:31:54 GMT -5
David ducks his head back into the room he just came out of. "Hey Daniel, have you got the keys? I want to check out this next room."
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 9:41:59 GMT -5
Eventually, David gets the keys and unlocks the door. Daniel has joined he and Charles at the door, and Henry has settled back to reading.
Unlocking and opening the door, the trio is confronted by a small, narrow room packed with the stored and discarded items of decades. Boxes, crates, even a Victorian-styled birdcage are among the items visible at first glance. It could take a single man a few hours to unpack and search through the contents of this room.
Charles drools visibly.
The time is
3 : 15 PM
for everyone now.
Funky, check your e-mail momentarily and do that imageshack thing that you do.
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 9:51:34 GMT -5
Charles picks up the envelopes. Each is addressed to a Beatrice Dubois. Eventually, David gets the keys and unlocks the door. Daniel has joined he and Charles at the door, and Henry has settled back to reading. Unlocking and opening the door, the trio is confronted by a small, narrow room packed with the stored and discarded items of decades. Boxes, crates, even a Victorian-styled birdcage are among the items visible at first glance. It could take a single man a few hours to unpack and search through the contents of this room. Charles drools visibly.  I am moving to a 750px width for future images b/c 650 is just too small and no one complained audibly in the image thread when I mentioned the upcoming change.The time for the house interior characters is 3 : 20 PMStill 5 minutes behind for the exterior depending on what they decide to do. |
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Post by FunkyWaltDogg on Jun 23, 2009 9:56:49 GMT -5
"Seems like this should be right up your alley, Charles. Why don't you get started, Daniel and I will help you sort through this junk."
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 10:13:15 GMT -5
While Charles, Daniel and David are occupied with that task, and Henry busy with reading, it falls to Benjamin and Roger to decide the next step(s).
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Post by Wildcat on Jun 23, 2009 11:13:41 GMT -5
Ben trailed off into silence for a few seconds before continuing. "Well, just looking at the pathway from the tree-line can't cause any problems, surely," he said in a firmer voice, motioning Roger to follow him to where the trail emerged from the woods.
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 11:20:37 GMT -5
The trail goes deeper into the woods and downhill a ways.
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Post by Wildcat on Jun 23, 2009 11:26:01 GMT -5
Ben taps his philtrum with his index finger thoughtfully. "Let's follow the path a little further. Should we mark our route? I'm not sure I could follow this trail back if the light falls."
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 11:40:09 GMT -5
3 : 20 PM
The path proves to be surprisingly singular in it's direction, as if it had been well-used for some time in the past. The leaves rustle overhead as the two men make their way down the slight decline. Roger breaks off a small, dead tree to use as a walking stick.
3 : 25
Benjamin spots a deer in the distance, off to the west. The land levels.
3 : 30
After walking through the woods for about a quarter of a mile, the two men come to a slight clearing where there is what looks to be a large earthen mound rising up a few feet from the ground and about twenty feet in diameter.
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Post by Wildcat on Jun 23, 2009 11:46:53 GMT -5
Benjamin slows to a halt. "I ... don't think that was a hunting trail." He looks around him to see if the path resumes to lead out of the clearing in another direction, then decides to examine the mound. "Roger, what do you make of this?"
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 11:50:05 GMT -5
The trail does not lead out of here, but the ground has been cleared a while back for a space around the mound.
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Post by Wildcat on Jun 23, 2009 11:58:29 GMT -5
Is the mound just a smooth, grassy knoll, or is there anything that could give an indication of age or purpose?
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Post by Mr. Embark on Jun 23, 2009 13:02:28 GMT -5
Moving a few more boxes out Daniel sighs as he sets it down.
Daniel opens the box and looks through the content.
"Seems like they didn't like throwing many things away." Daniel states and looks up back at the storage room.
Okay, didn't notice the B:L thing editted this post.
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 13:23:17 GMT -5
Is the mound just a smooth, grassy knoll, or is there anything that could give an indication of age or purpose? The mound is a large pile or hill, rising three feet up from the ground at the highest part. There are no trees growing on it, but some very light shrubbery and weeds. The ground around is weedy too. Stepping up on it, the dirt of the mound is slightly soft, not fully compact. Judging by the vegetation, it has been in this condition for some time. Some older stumps are nearby, as though they had been manually cleaned. Neither Benjamin nor Roger is a woodsman or geologist, or has experience in these matters. The time is 3 : 35 PM |
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 13:36:47 GMT -5
Moving a few more boxes out Daniel sighs as he sets it down. "Maybe searching through these boxes can wait a few?" Daniel states as he eyes the others doors yet to be entered. |
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Post by Wildcat on Jun 23, 2009 13:45:16 GMT -5
OK, going to wait for Obbi's input now.
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 13:47:41 GMT -5
SUDDENLY, THE PLAYER PIANO BEHIND HENRY LAUNCHES INTO RAPID AND EXTREMELY LOUD SONG.
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Post by B:L on Jun 23, 2009 13:53:44 GMT -5
HENRY
(Places his book down on the table.)
Dangfangled broken automatic pianos! How can anyone read with this racket?
(Goes to the library, grabs a few books, and places them on the keys
to stop them from being able to play, and resumes reading.) |
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 13:56:12 GMT -5
HENRY
(Places his book down on the table.)
Dangfangled broken automatic pianos! How can anyone read with this racket?
(Goes to the library, grabs a few books, and places them on the keys
to stop them from being able to play, and resumes reading.) It doesn't help. Meaning both the fact that the books don't squelch the piano, and that Henry isn't mechanically inclined enough to figure out that stopping the keys doesn't stop a player piano. Of course, everyone in the house hears the piano. It's loud. |
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Post by B:L on Jun 23, 2009 14:03:23 GMT -5
HENRY
(Places his book down on the table.)
Dangfangled broken automatic pianos! How can anyone read with this racket?
(Goes to the library, grabs a few books, and places them on the keys
to stop them from being able to play, and resumes reading.) It doesn't help. Meaning both the fact that the books don't squelch the piano, nor that Henry isn't mechanically inclined enough to figure out that stopping the keys doesn't stop a player piano. Of course, everyone in the house hears the piano. It's loud. HENRY
Hmm, must be an antiquated model. This means business.
(Opens up the piano and looks to see where he can shove some books.)
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 14:35:38 GMT -5
There are many places in which Henry can shove books. Said placement may also devalue the merchandise. Nevertheless, as Henry is about to jam a choice volume on Chaucer between some wires, the piano suddenly stops of it's own accord. The silence is deafening.
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Post by B:L on Jun 23, 2009 14:44:34 GMT -5
HENRY
Was this an actual malfunction... or a diversion!?
(Turns around and quickly takes a look in the kitchen.)
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Post by Squashua on Jun 23, 2009 14:47:26 GMT -5
The door to the kitchen swings.
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Post by B:L on Jun 23, 2009 14:50:33 GMT -5
(Swings as in starting to swing open, or swing as in swinging in the breeze as if someone already passed through it?)
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