#bergen_county

More snickering.

That's when a voice, their mom's, breaks out "What do you MEAN we forgot the 2 percent milk?"

"Uh oh"

"Oh here we go." Les looks up "I may get out of here before..."

"I need someone to walk to the store and get MILK!" Mrs. Novak announces.

"Adventure!"

Les was pondering hiding behind a tree.

She drops down to her feet and brushes off some dust.

But there she is, Vanessa "Did I hear someone volunteer by saying adventure?" She eyes her son "You don't fit behind trees that size any more, you pit of never ending hunger."

Les grumbles, then perks up "Yeah, Sis is volunteering. Send her."

"Did I?"

"Sounds like you BOTH volunteered," Mrs. Novak declares, "Two blocks down, you know the store. Two percent milk. I need a gallon of of it." She pulls some money out "Don't get run over by traffic and make me look bad."

"What if we were to run over the traffic instead and collect a big insurance payout?"

A pause "Nah, your father would never go for it, furking softie."

Les takes the money, "Fine fine... but your'e not getting change."

"Like I left you that much," Their mom answers "Now shoo. I need milk."

"Might be enough for skittles, though..."

As a matter of fact, the change probably COULD cover a bag of skittles, and one other thing like twizzlers or a candy bar. Surely a rare math slip by Mom.

She taps her fingers a bit, working the numbers.

"Snickers might have the most calories per ounce, for the record."

"Man if I ever become a crime boss you're gonna be my numbers guy," Les says as they move onto the street "Come on."

She bobs along after him, playing a game of invisible hopscotch.

Which is the most honor bound form of hopscotch there is! You have to play by the restrictions others don't even SEE!

Her brother slows his pace so she can keep up, and he talks, "Wonder what Mom wants Milk for. Normally she doesn't do the cooking, that's Dad."

"Maybe we're havin' cereal for dinner."

"Maybe it's grape-nuts!"

"That's more Mom's speed, yeah" he grunts. Then, a fluttering, a dread horrid fluttering sound!

It sounds like birds, but not... like intrusivneess... and she knows SLUAGH would hate whatever this is.

She stops and tilts her head back to see what's up.

The device is more nervousa touched than banal... control, paranoia, and most of all intrusiveness. To Changeling eyes, it looks like a dirty feathered collection of eyeballs that latch on to you if it can... to mortals, it looks like a Flock Camera.

She wrinkles her nose, stubby wings rumpling.

"What's up?" Her brother turns then sees it "Oh."

"Spies."

He leans down and whispers "What's the plan?"

She tilts her head one way then the other. "Store, obviously."

"Obviously," He nods slowly . One of the eyes floats over to her brother and tries to settle to get an ID on him.

"Shoo." She flaps her hands at it.

It redirects towards HER Now. More come out.

"Oh hell with this," Her brother mutters "Want me to just eat em?"

The nervousa populate, making her feel exposed, crowded...

(Will roll, or best guess)

/roll 4

She fidgets, flutters, and takes a step backwards so they don't get too close.

Her brother grits his teeth, clearly being spooked too a BIT, but then his fight or flight goes towards fight more times. He whispers to his sis, "Sis, go around the corner, change, and then 'drop a present' on this thing."

A chirp and she bolts!

He moves around and kicks a rock.

Drawing the eyes of the camera and Chimeras. Then..

She does check to be sure she's got extra coverage - there's a shrubbery!

GOd bless Robert the Shrubber!