IC-Ep 3-Amateur Burglars(Archie/Benjamin)

[Pastiche]

"I believe you're right! Also, desperate times call for desperate measures..." Benjamin starts rolling up his sleeves.

[Snapper]

Archie, in a low voice, counts, "One, two, three..." He shoulder slams the door.

[Mr. Handy]

OOC,Whichever of you posts first, please make a STR x 5 roll against your combined STR of 19, which means you'll succeed on a 95 or less.

[Snapper]

STR x 5 95%,[dice]0[/dice]

[Mr. Handy]

Neither man alone was strong enough to force the door open, but by ramming it together, they managed to break it down with a loud crack! They crept into the darkened room beyond the door. There were no windows, which only served to heighten the darkness. The only light came from sunlight streaming through the open doorway behind them. They couldn't make out many details in the darkness, but the room appeared to be a study. There were bookshelves, a desk, a couch, and chairs. Interior doors were straight ahead and to the right, and there was also a staircase leading up at the far end of the room.

Keeper only,Listen roll (25% base skill) to hear the door break: [dice]0[/dice]

[Snapper]

Archie quietly shuts the door behind them. He pulls out a box of matches and lights one, looking about for a candle or some other portable light source.

[Mr. Handy]

The door had been knocked off of its hinges, but Archie was able to place it over the doorway. Anyone seeing it would know that something was wrong, however. There were no portable light sources that Archie could find, but Benjamin did carry a hooded electric torch. The desk was an old Victorian-era piece with a rolltop. It contained writing paper, pens, ink, stationery, envelopes, postage stamps, and similar things on its surface and in its drawers, as well as a lamp. There was also a clock there, which indicated that it was 8:20 AM. The bookshelves were fully stocked, There were numerous titles on the shelves about Egypt, but they wouldn't be able to tell much about their contents without reading them, which would take quite some time.

[Pastiche]

"Shall we go up the stairs?" Benjamin whispered?

[Snapper]

Archie nods and heads further into the house, looking out for a candle or the like as he goes.

"We might come back and properly search this room once we've checked the rest of the house," he whispers.

[Mr. Handy]

Archie and Benjamin headed upstairs, and they soon discovered that the study had been in the basement and that they were now on the ground floor. At the top of the staircase was a door on the right which led into a dining room, which featured a long mahogany table and six chairs in the middle. Leading out of the dining room were a closed door to the left and an archway to the right that led into the living room.

[Snapper]

Archie pokes his head into the living room and if it's clear, heads back to open the closed doors.

[Mr. Handy]

Archie glanced through the archway and saw the living room, which was narrow but long. A sofa, an armchair, and a wireless set were present in the room. A telephone sat on a small table beside the armchair. A staircase led up, and the front door led back outside. There was a window beside the front door, the blackout curtains still drawn. There was only one closed door in the dining room, as the other door was the one from which they had come which led back to the study. Beyond the door was the kitchen. It contained an icebox, an oven with a range on top, a sink, and various cabinets. A window at the back had its blackout curtains drawn tightly shut.

[Pastiche]

Benjamin quickly and quietly goes through the cabinets and the ice box.

[Mr. Handy]

Benjamin found nothing much of interest in the cabinets. There were foodstuffs, glassware, silverware, a tea set and tea bags were inside them. He then looked inside the icebox, which contained various foodstuffs. Mostly fruit and vegetables, though there was a small quantity of bacon there too. There was also some milk, but not much. Such were the effects of rationing, at least on those who didn't patronize the black market.

[Snapper]

Archie has a quick look in th kitchen for a candle. He points upwards to Benjamin and starts quietly up the stairs...

[Mr. Handy]

OOC,[b]Archie[/b], please roll Luck.

[Snapper]

Luck 90%,[dice]0[/dice]

OOC:   The dice are hating on me at the moment.

[Mr. Handy]

Archie could find no candles. While it would have been a sensible precaution to have them in the house in case the power went out in the bombing, it had only started a few days ago. Perhaps the Steadmans had been too busy murdering people to go to the shops and buy some.

[Snapper]

OOC:   Oh well...

Archie creeps quietly up the stairs, relying on feel and the light from Benjamin's torch to help whatever light makes it through the black-out curtains.

[Pastiche]

Benjamin tries to be as quiet as possible, wincing every time a stair creaks...