IC Ch 8: Off to Visit the Church

[BenTheRat]

"I try to avoid them, but when I've seen them, its a dark brown. I don't know where you would get one." He says.

That is the same color as the robes you saw on the men last night.

[Mr. Handy]

"Thank you again for your help," says Eddie. "We'll leave you in peace now." He steps out of the office, closing the door behind them after Richard follows him. Then he returns to the room with the door to the basement.

[BenTheRat]

As you get to the end of the hall you can see the door is opened. You are trying to remember if you shut it or not.

[Mr. Handy]

"I know I shut that door,' whispers Eddie. "Someone went down there since we left the room. We'll have to be quiet when we go downstairs."

[BenTheRat]

As you start to creep down the stairs, you can see it is dark down there, except for a light flashing around, probably someone with a flashlight.

[Mr. Handy]

Eddie lets his eyes adjust to the darkness, not wanting to risk giving away his position by using a light of his own, relying on the flashlight below to see. He sneaks downwards, but the stairs creak a little.

[BenTheRat]

As the 2 of you go down the stairs and turn the bend, the stairs creek loudly and the flashlight spins around pointing right into your eyes.
Right before you are blinded you only saw 1 figure.

[Mr. Handy]

"Who's there?" hisses Eddie, instinctively shielding his eyes with his hand.

[BenTheRat]

You hear a famiar female voice as the light shifts down to the floor, "You boys scared the beejeebees outa me." As your night vision returns some, you can see it is Aunt Loosa.

This basement doesn't look like its been used as a basement for several decades. Cobwebs cover the walls and many of the boxes and crates stored in the room. The only portion that looks different is the floor that leads straight from the bottom of the stairs to a trapdoor in the floor next to Aunt Loosa.

[Mr. Handy]

"Sorry, Aunt Loosa," whispers Eddie. "You gave me a fright too. I didn't know you were the one who had come down here." He fills her in on what the pastor had told him. "Maybe we can find some of those robes here. They'll make good disguises." He examines the containers to see if any of the ones not covered with cobwebs have been disturbed recently or show signs of use, looking inside them carefully.

[BenTheRat]

None of the crates look like they have been disturbed in years. You open the one closest to the trap door and it creakes loudly. It appears empty inside except for some old newspaper in the bottom. A strong pungent odor hits you as you look in.

[Mr. Handy]

"It looks empty," whispers Eddie, recoiling at the odor, "but something stinks in there, and it may be concealed by that newspaper. Do you think we should take a closer look, or leave well enough alone? That trapdoor leads to where we need to go."

[BenTheRat]

OOC:   I'm not sure what has happened, we seem to have lost all our players. I'm going to post to see if we can find some replacements. I think Loosa is around, but I'm not 100% sure on Richard. A friend of mine but has disappeared completley, not even answering my emails or skype messages. I'm hoping he returns. Thoughts to move forward?

[Mr. Handy]

OOC,Trying to recruit new players is a good idea, which you've already done. Now we just have to see if anyone wants to join.

[BenTheRat]

ooc,well Papa is still posting sporadically, and I'm not sure what happened to Richard. I think he will come back, he was enjoying the game. I'll drop him another email. Lets just see. Why don't we take a small break here until we hear back from any others.

[Tabs]

Alyssa Ryan clasps Eddie's arm as he peers into the crate. "Sure is stinky!" she says, her nose wrinkling. "I hope I didn't make you jump? . . . How about you poking the newspaper with something?" She looks around for a suitable object.

ooc,Shall I place a photo at the head of my posts?

[Mr. Handy]

"Nah, that's okay," says Eddie, with a smile that can't really be seen in the dark. "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have touch my arm. I guess we could poke it with a stick or something. We just might not like what we find, if it looks as bad as it smells." He also searches for something suitable.

[BenTheRat]

There are what look to be old brook stick poles leaning nearby against a wall. There are 2, both covered in cobwebs.

[Tabs]

Alyssa grabs both broomsticks, hands one to Eddie, keeping the other and holding it like a spear pointed at the crate. "Here you are. I'm ready for rats or anything," she adds with a touch of irony.

Alyssa Ryan,The photojournalist has decided that brunette is the way to go. [img]http://i640.photobucket.com/albums/uu127/makken123/250px-Mary_Pickford_with_camera21_zpscl2igito.jpg[/img]

[Mr. Handy]

"I'm sure we can handle rats," says Eddie, using his own broomstick to poke around in the crate and try to see what's under the newspapers, "but rats don't smell this bad."