#scarsdale

------------Near Westminster Community College, NY--------------

Zara's treasure has brought her rather directly (and not far from home) to an apartment complex that is, for the neighborhood, lower class.

(So, not very lower class in general. Still)

Loud music can be heard at one end, a few places smell like pot, and not all the cars are from this decade!

Zara has commandeered the Troll, and forsaken Shabbos - treasure in hand as she follows the hair-drawn needle.

Her compass leads her onward, up an exterior stairwell towards an apartment.

"the omen says he's in trouble?" Worried, Earl follows

"It feels like trouble, aye. Like... like, mayhaps, forgetting? I fear, but I am not sure."

"This way..." sweeping up the stairs.

"Forgetting? Oh great. " Worried look, "Sidhe are so fragile to that."

Following with long strides

When the needle stops moving, it points to number 17. Inside, Zara can definitely hear, and Earl can mostly hear, voices talking rapidly, challenging each other, rising in tone and volume.

Zara holds up a finger, indicating Earl wait, as she listens.

Earl frowns

But does not make a sound

OOC What is she listening for?

For what, exactly, they are arguing about?

.... to her supernaturally sharp ears, they are arguing about.... Religion?

She presses a batwinged ear against the wood - listening now for August's voice in particular.

It seems to be absent.

Still, well trained in the art of shushing

She looks for a window - some way to get a glance inside.

Damnit... an external staircase and hallway, apartments jutting off the hallway.... windows are situated to afford a view of the street and more interesting things. She'd have to climb out on a brick wall.

A whisper, more a mouthing, "I can portal passage you in but you'd have to be very careful so they don't see you going through the wall"

"One sec - let me send my spy first." A delicate hand takes 1122 from his place on her shoulder.

The little clockwork spider should have no difficulty fitting under the doorjamb.

None!

Off he goes.......

A smile at that, and salute to the departing spider

..... and back he comes.

He scuttles up Zara to perch on her shoulder and begins tapping.

"The pretty one is hard to see. He's sitting and listening to the talking."

"Is he still... awake?"

"His eyes are open. They move back and forth to people speaking."

"Right. Too complex. Thank you, 1122. You are an excellent spy."

1122 preens.

"If I veiled... thou couldst get me inside?"

"Aye."

"I am worried. I... mayhaps over naught.. but.." She unbinds her pale hair, raking out tangles with her fingers and pulling it forward to veil her face....

"I understand." He touches her as she works her cantrip, and works his, humming a tune by the Doors.

To the rest of the world, the sluagh is the ghost she is nicknamed, pale, insubstantial, a shadow....smoke... mist.... air....

And opens the passage for her.

OOC Ok, so.... help me see how this works. The passage exists through the Dreaming and Glamour so the mundanes inside won't see it and with Zara veiled they won't see her using it?

((I think so?))

OOC: that's the plan

OOC Copy!

Zara slips inside undetected.

Inside, veiled or no, Zara seeks cover.

Earl considers repeating the procedure. Drawing his own blade to veil himself but he's not as sure how well it works against mortal eyes.

She's in the living room. There's about eight people sitting around, vigorously discussing religion. The ninth person is August, sitting quietly, listening.