#odyssey

Symon watches warily.

And the COrpse takes off his shirt, and drapes it over her.

the..smell is... it's like 3 week old sewage backed up

She gags.

sewage used to bury bodies

"I know I know.." he says

"Breath through your mouth." He advises.

"Yeah... holy..."

Meanwhile, he looks again for an alternate pathway in. There's got to be something a sluagh can squirm through - right? Other than a front door.

There's a gutter p ipe leads to the roof

If Dagmar can handle a ghoul-shirt, he can handle a few gutters. "Don't watch, okay? It's kinda a thing." He says to the unnamed vampire, and nods to Dagmar. "I'll try this way in. If there's trouble... get out of there, and stay safe."

The vamp looks away "Well , no sneak staking. That be rude"

Fingers splayed onto the wall, he creeps up the side and will squirm into the gutter... one hand going last with a thumbs up for Dagmar.

Dag nods, and heads for the front door.

In she goes!

The door swings open and she finds herself in dingy smokey area

Well, the smoke might help with the stink...

She heads for the bar!

She sees women in scanty outfits leaning up against two men in a booth who blow smoke in the womens faces . They seem to love it, the womean that is.

"Uh, hey." An upnod for the barkeep.

"Little young for anything here, girl" A grin "Or you looking for something besides a drink?"

"Looking for work... I know, sh-... stuff is slow, but this place looks busy enough."

"Oh... I don't tink you gonna know.. how old you?"

"....18." She lies, badly.

He looks her over "You tall enough for 18... you got experience cleaning places?"

She nods! "I can clean anything, and I'm strong. Could unload trucks."

Slip sliding through the gutter, sensitive fingers and toes bared, seeking holes in the cracks and seams, anywhere one can slip through. A vent, a pipe perhaps...

And the sluagh slips slips slips.. what's this? A way into the building.. SQUIRM....

And SYMON slides into a study...landing next to the snake.. quietly.

Snake, yes. ....Snake?

Snake.. ah... some sort of cotton mouth? Yikes. It's on a desk.

DAGMAR lis getting looked "Tell you what, little girl, I get a contract for you to sign and you get work. Okay?"

"So - yeah?"

"Yes' He reaches below and pulls out a paper... and an odd ink pen. "Now this.. well, to honor my culture, we won't use ink. oKay?"

That gets a look.

"Your culture?"

"Voodoo, the River of wisdom girl... Don't worry, the pen is clean. A little blood from you, you put your name down"

"Um. That's.. weird." She frowns. "Like, I just want to make some cash..."

"I know, but hey, it's just blood" Agrin

"Yeah, that's why it's weird."

A pause. "...How much does it pay?" She takes the contract to read it.

It's in some kind of French

"Twenty dollars an hour" He says

She frowns. "This ain't english."

"Welcome to Lousina, that' s the old tongue. "

"Yeah, but I'm not signing in BLOOD in some VOODOO bar! Look, man, I just want an honest job, yo!" Voice raising a tick.

Instead of odd stairs.. there's laughter

She looks over, scowling.

SYMON sees beyond the cotton mouth, the study has some books, and also some occult shit on the Shelves

"Ya'll doing some prank on me?"