IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]

[industrygothica]

Looks like your choices include searching the rest of the rooms on this floor, and possibly finding one to rest in , or backing out of the Ten Bells entirely and coming back fresh tomorrow.

ooc: Autumn, welcome back. Good to see you again.

 

[Rhun]

Rexy sighs deeply now that they outside of the room. Then she turns to face the others. "Though I like not the thought of staying in this place, isn't is possible that if we leave our murderer will get away? We can't allow that to happen."

 

[Autumn]

OOC: Thanks guys!


"Sleepin' in this place ain't somethin' I'm gonna do," Fen says bluntly. "But then again, I don't much need ta rest up. One night with no sleep ain't gonna stop me shootin' straight. So if ya really need it then I guess y'all can take a nap and I'll sit up and watch fer spooks."

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Dacen frowns, "Whether or not we're camped out up here doesn't seem like it'll do much one way or another to the murder if it wants to get away. And it does seem a lot riskier but..." he shrugs and takes a breath. "I suppose if there's a watch I can rest."

 

[Rhun]

Rexy frowns as she glances about. "Maybe we can find a hovel nearby to get some rest; some place near enough to keep an eye on this place."

 

[Schmoe]

"Rexy and Fen, I agree with you. The last thing I want to do is lock ourselves in a place known to be haunted by possibly vengeful spirits who can walk through walls."

Xao looks up and down the hall for a moment, listening for any sounds beyond those of his companions. His next words are hushed, intended only for the ears of those around him.

"Let's poke our heads into the other rooms up here, then leave and see if we can an abandoned hovel nearby to get some rest."

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Xao's Listen is +1
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[Rhun]

Rexy nods to he companions and moves to open the next door in line.

 

[industrygothica]

It takes a little effort to get the swollen door open, but finally unsticks with a loud pop. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, as no lights seeps through the dust-caked window. A small wood-framed bed rest against the wall, flanked by a pair of side tables. Age-worn candles droop awkwardly in their tarnished brass holders sitting atop each of the the tables.

 

[Autumn]

Fen enters and gives the room a once over, covering the obvious bases - a check under the bed, under the tables, and so on, for anything a casual glance might miss.

"Y'know," he muses out loud in the meantime, "there's no guarantee that we ain't gonna run into any more nasties in these rooms. I mean sure, ya can bet yer asses there's gonna be somethin' interestin' in the cellar, way things're goin'. But that don't mean the rest o' the place is clear. If we got us a flesh-an'-blood killer somewhere in here, my money's on him bein' in one o' these rooms. So if yer really outta options with the whole magic thing, might be better to forget about this stuff till yer reloaded."


OOC: Search +6.

 

[industrygothica]

Fen turns up nothing on the search.