(D2, EE, Motel) House of Strangers

[Imogen Baker]

(OOC: Wow, I don't know how I missed 2 pages, my apologies!)

Jean stepped in, taking a place by the door. "Hello." he greeted Reina. Spying the fearsome changeling with the tentacles, he gave her also a not. "Imogen." Even if she somehow managed to be pretty with the demons in her body. Jean filed this as Satan's work. "Yeah, Imogen told me you detect privates." Jean interjected, offering a nod to Marlowe. "God. God brought us here." Nothing was going to shake Jean's faith it seemed.

Imogen barely stopped herself from groaning and she looked away from Jean. There was definitely an eye roll going on with her body language alone. "I said he was a private detective, sleeping beauty."

[Tiffani Noelle]

"There is a great danger out there. I'm sure of it."

Tiffani before had been in a relaxed posture - as if she were hanging out with a bunch of her friends and telling ghost stories around a ouija board. But Jean's words nearly stopped her heart cold. TIffani sat ramrod straight in her chair, her eyes flicking from person to person, judging their reactions. But when she looked at Imogen, there her gaze rested and flicked no longer.

"Imogen .... remember what I said earlier this afternoon out near the cornfields? Remember? I told Imogen that there was something out there in the fields, something casting a pall of dread and fear across the whole town. Something that inches its way toward town - every night it gets just a little bit closer. And when it gets to the edge of the cornfields ... bang!" Tiffani snapped her fingers. "Whatever it is will unleash."

She relaxes then and slumps against the back of her chair. "I know it sounds like crazy talk. Believe me, I know considering I've spent my whole life so far studying the sciences. But you heard what Jean said. It can't be a coincidence that we both feel it."

Only then did Tiffani notice the arrival of the elemental in the already crowded room. She grinned up at him, but said to the room at large. "Well ... at least we'll have a small army assembled to deal with whatever is out there."

[Penn Umbra]

The brightest of shadows arrived. Penn's mien seemed to flare up in their darkness, drowning out the light around them. In their mask, his hands were tucked into the pockets of an oversized hoodie.

"Evenin'. Sorry about runnin' a little late." He grinned, a somewhat winning smile. "

[Marlowe Phillips]

"Welcome. I think that's all of us." This was clearly the Eclipse that we had been expecting. It was starting to feel like a Chicago drunk tank on St Patrick's Day. "What I am suggesting is that, while we are here, we work together, share information and resources, and protect each other. We don't know each other. So, I can understand if there are questions of trust. But, that's why I brought us together, so we can work that out."

[Jean Wellspeak]

"So, mister Detector. What makes you think we'll need protection?" Jean asked Marlowe. "Like, yeah it's odd we are all here, but that doesn't mean that we are in danger, does it?" He felt like he was in danger, though.

[Marlowe Phillips]

"No, it doesn't. Maybe someone's throwing a surprise party for us." Hopefully with black forest cake and whiskey. "I'm not really the type to wait and see what happens to me, though. I see a mystery and I want to solve it. Working together to do that seems like something most of us would be amenable to. Protecting each other if we do uncover something dangerous would be the courteous thing to do."

[Jean Wellspeak]

"Party would be fun, neh." Jean turned to Reina. "Wouldn't it?" He almost smiled. Returning his attention to Marlowe, he added. "Well, I guess you can go and do that. If you have any idea of what this mystery is. I recommend vigil and prayer. Our thoughts become clearer when we are closer to the God."

[Imogen Baker]

Imogen had been helping herself to some Oreos before they had a chance to all disappear during this gathering. She wasn't really planning on taking any home after tonight. There were a few nods given at Tiffani's story to collaborate with her. She didn't know exactly what she was talking about but she at least could agree that something was up. Nothing they could see, for now. "I almost wondered if it was worth a stakeout but there are a lot of fields to cover, admittedly. That's far better than just simple thoughts and prayers."

[Tiffani Noelle]

"Hmm .... gotta love a mystery, no?" Tiffani said with exaggerated enthusiam. She then pushed herself out of her chair and took her jacket off. With so many people in this cramped little room, the temperature was rising well beyond her comfort level. She then slung her jacket over the back of her chair and deftly picked her way through the gathering of Changelings without stepping on toes or kicking someone in the shin - right to Marlowe's bottle of whiskey.

She picked up the bottle, uncapped/uncorked it, and then said to the room, "No one cares that I'm under-age, right? I mean, if I'm being called to fight extra-dimensional powers in some backwater cornfield, with the potential of being ripped to pieces, how can one say I'm too irresponsible with a friggin' bottle of whiskey, right? Don't worry, I don't have cooties." She gave Marlowe a winsome smile, took a few drinks, then put the bottle back where she found it.

"Anyway, I was thinking ... maybe ... arrange an expedition into the fields? See if we find anything ... I don't know ... like a sign that says, 'Evil monster lair, 250 meters ahead' or something? Seriously, though, perhaps such an expedition can put this whole matter to rest. Better that than sitting it out, waiting for who knows what while simultaneously making ourselves ever more paranoid with ghost stories." She shrugged a single bare shoulder. "Something to think about."

[Jean Wellspeak]

Imogen had been helping herself to some Oreos before they had a chance to all disappear during this gathering. She wasn't really planning on taking any home after tonight. There were a few nods given at Tiffani's story to collaborate with her. She didn't know exactly what she was talking about but she at least could agree that something was up. Nothing they could see, for now. "I almost wondered if it was worth a stakeout but there are a lot of fields to cover, admittedly. That's far better than just simple thoughts and prayers."

"Stakeout?" Jean asked, confused. "What's that?"

She picked up the bottle, uncapped/uncorked it, and then said to the room, "No one cares that I'm under-age, right? I mean, if I'm being called to fight extra-dimensional powers in some backwater cornfield, with the potential of being ripped to pieces, how can one say I'm too irresponsible with a friggin' bottle of whiskey, right? Don't worry, I don't have cooties." She gave Marlowe a winsome smile, took a few drinks, then put the bottle back where she found it.

"Anyway, I was thinking ... maybe ... arrange an expedition into the fields? See if we find anything ... I don't know ... like a sign that says, 'Evil monster lair, 250 meters ahead' or something? Seriously, though, perhaps such an expedition can put this whole matter to rest. Better that than sitting it out, waiting for who knows what while simultaneously making ourselves ever more paranoid with ghost stories." She shrugged a single bare shoulder. "Something to think about."

"And what's underage? A child? I don't think you are a child." He looked at the girl with wings. "Though, I have no idea what extra-dimensional means either. Or why you would think we are getting shredded to pieces."