The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[loxmyth]

Standing to refill his own travel mug, Caleb stretches the last of the stiffness from his body.

"Point me in the right direction and I will."

"Then I'm calling shotgun," Daunte puts in quickly.

 

[Jarval]

Febuary 29th, 2004. 9:04 AM. Rachel Silver's residence, 30 minutes outside of Bavinton Keys.

Like the day before, the weather this morning is surprisingly good. Pleasantly warm sunshine greets you as you walk out of the motel. Thirty minutes of driving later, and you've found the address given to you by Sheriff Barrington.

It's a small but expensive-looking house set some distance back from the main road. The large garden is neatly kept, with a child's swing and a sandpit closer to the house. You can't see any signs of activity in or around the house.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Febuary 29th, 2004. 9:04 AM. Rachel Silver's residence, 30 minutes outside of Bavinton Keys.

Like the day before, the weather this morning is surprisingly good. Pleasantly warm sunshine greets you as you walk out of the motel. Thirty minutes of driving later, and you've found the address given to you by Sheriff Barrington.

It's a small but expensive-looking house set some distance back from the main road. The large garden is neatly kept, with a child's swing and a sandpit closer to the house. You can't see any signs of activity in or around the house.

As soon as the car is parked, Lisa climbs out and walks up the drive to the door. She puts on her "friendly and helpful public servant" smile and rings the doorbell.

 

[Verbatim]

Getting out of the car, Caleb looks at the house and can't help but think about how nice it is.

~Exactly what she always dreamed about...I had promised her one someday...~

Forcing the dark thoughts away, Caleb fell in behind Lisa and stood to her side and waited with the others to see who was home.

 

[loxmyth]

As soon as the car is parked, Lisa climbs out and walks up the drive to the door. She puts on her "friendly and helpful public servant" smile and rings the doorbell.

Daunte followed the other two, coming to stop beside Lisa. "Nice place," he observes, looking over the sturdy architecture with an impressed eye. "Wonder how long I'll have to work for the Institute to afford a house like this?"

 

[Jarval]

Febuary 29th, 2004. 9:06 AM. Rachel Silver's residence.

Lisa presses firmly on the doorbell, creating a loud buzzing sound somewhere within the house.

"Hold on, I'll be with you in a moment." A female voice calls from inside, and a minute later the door is opened by an attractive brunette woman in her early thirties. She's dressed in a red bathrobe, and her hair is dripping wet.

"Hi." She says in a friendly tone. "Can I help you folks?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Lisa presses firmly on the doorbell, creating a loud buzzing sound somewhere within the house.

"Hold on, I'll be with you in a moment." A female voice calls from inside, and a minute later the door is opened by an attractive brunette woman in her early thirties. She's dressed in a red bathrobe, and her hair is dripping wet.

"Hi." She says in a friendly tone. "Can I help you folks?"

Lisa smiles, saying "We're with Animal Control. Doctor Hoffman thought we should probably talk to you. May we come in?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Daunte followed the other two, coming to stop beside Lisa. "Nice place," he observes, looking over the sturdy architecture with an impressed eye. "Wonder how long I'll have to work for the Institute to afford a house like this?"

Or how long you have to work at the Hoffman before they buy you a nice headstone... John frowns. The morbid thought is out of place this morning, hovering on the cusp of what will doubtlessly be, meteorlogically speaking of nothing else, a remarkably good day.

A female voice calls from inside, and a minute later the door is opened by an attractive brunette woman in her early thirties. She's dressed in a red bathrobe, and her hair is dripping wet.

He blinks as the door opens, coming out of his own mind. He fights back a small smile as yet another thought, which is not only innapropriate but at complete cross purposes to the first, occurs to him, this one involving the situation's resemblance to a paticularly bizzare member of that fabled genre, the Penthouse letter. John had never seen an actual example, but it had been invoked to humorous effect often enough in his presence that he was familiar with the style. I'd never thought I'd be writing to you. This one time I was in Florida, working for a top-secret supernatural orginization. We were going about question witnesses when who should answer the door....

Lost in his own admittedly bizzare thoughts, John lets Lisa do the talking.

 

[Jarval]

The woman's smile vanishes at the word "Hoffman", to be replaced by a slightly worried frown.

"Ah, you're from the Institute? I thought I might be seeing Hoffman agents before long. You'd better come in. After all, this isn't really the sort of thing to discuss on the doorstep..." She opens the door a little wider, gesturing for you to enter the house.

The door leads into a short, tastefully decorated tiled hallway. The scattering of children's toys at the end of the hallway looks a little at odds with the decor, but before you can comment, the woman's ushered you through into a stylish sitting room. A large leather couch sits in the center of the room, while three lounge chairs of the same style surround a small glass coffee table.

"If you could wait here for just one moment, I'll go and get dressed." The woman says. "I was having a swim when you got here. I'll only be a moment." Without waiting for a reply, she pulls the door closed, and you hear the sounds of her making her way upstairs.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John hesitates a moment, and then perches cautiously on the edge of one end of the couch. He looks around. "I don't think the file mentioned children," he says after a moment.