#scarsdale

"You okay, there Symon?" Siv asks as they arrive, the lurch can catch some folks off guard

He clings to the mast, but nods. "Am okay. Can we walk from here?"

"Yup. Come on" She lets him off the plank first

"Yarr." He whispers to himself.

A grin then she pulls the ship back in the bottle and they walk on "You up to a mile walk or so?"

"I can do it. I want to think over this bunk a bit, that will give me time."

"Time eh?" Siv looks impressed then concern, "Symon, careful who sees you casting that. You know how the winds blow with teh shining ones sometimes"

"Can't be helped. It's needed."

"Right, well" She takes a step with him and does an odd cadence "I'm supposed to protect you so... Play that funky music white boy"

the glamour flows, and he looks down, looking a lot less Korean, though still a sluagh.

He nods, and once the cantrip is in place, knocks on the door.

The door opens, and another sluagh peeks out to a surprise "The house has the plague, none are welcome and.. oh, my apologies" After all he's still a sluagh. They've met but the occidentaled version of him loses her a bit "how can i help you?"

"We're friends of the public library."

"Oh... do you have the latest copy of the book by talia Amur?'

Siv nods at Symon even if that maybe one secret he has not got?

He nods. "I was told I could pick up a letter here."

"A moment.. who should I tell the library was sent? If they call?' Cautious

He sighs, and glances to Siv with a small nod. "Symon, the Denier. My disguise is not for you, cousin."

"Ahhh" she realizes then says "A moment, sir. I'll get the letter"

He steps inside the door to wait, holding it open for Siv as well.

Siv comes in.

A glare from Marzana. She did not invite them in

But she goes in to the kitchen, whispers somethings, and comes out again

He remains in the entryway. It is not her house, after all.

To answer the Glare, "I was invited. Apple cake and tea. ...but, after, I think." Hand outstretched to politely request the envelope.

Marzana hands him the envelope "Here. Don't lose it. It's all she has of evidene"

a voice "Zara? Is that you whispering?" a sweet woman peeks out. This must be Hannah "Oh, are you friends of my daughter?"

He accepts it with both hands, and bows his head slightly. You can change his looks, but he's still Korean at the core.

A glance over to Hannah, and he nods. "We'll just be out front for a bit. I have a, uh. Phone call, to make."

"You sure I can't get you anything , Apple cake? tea? I Have something for Zara's friends , she loves it"

"I have to take this call now, but... after?" He nods to her, reluctance genuine. He HAS heard of the apple cake, and despite everything else, wants to try it.

"Actually, can I use the restroom?" He suddenly shifts gears.

"Of course, any friend of Zara's is welcome here And.. down the hall to the left"

He goes down the hall... and peeks into doorways, looking for what might look like a teenager's room.

he soon finds Tzzy's room. It's not locked up. Looks like tziporah has a very nice dresser and more. And she's collected a few things since her house fire of her own. Maps on the walls. Travel journals

He checks quickly and discretely. Pillowcase. Hamper. Dresser - is there a brush? Looking for a single hair.

He does find it

a brush, gifted by Zara perhaps, but with Tizzy's strands

One bedroom door upstairs is certainly closed, with delicate spiderwebs over the latch which may be disturbed if any try to enter.

Not hard to guess whose that is

He wraps a strand or two around a finger, uses the bathroom, and returns. The upstairs door is NOT disturbed. "Thanks." A glance towards Siv, and then outside.

"Just in case we needed it." He passes the hair, wrapped in a tissue, to Siv, once they are outside.

They make their excuses, and Siv slips out with him and says "Fair. Oh, you'll be looking for hte hours between 12 and 4 on the day the letter was dropped off"

"This might be a while. Can you keep watch for me, so I'm not interrupted?"

He brings out the supplies he brought. A scalpel with a razor sharp blade. A crisp sheet of blank paper. Glue.

It does take a while - the minutes tick by, and Siv might be bored. But Symon is exact, as he pages through the Time magazine, finding one letter after another, cutting them out, and pasting them on the paper. By the time almost an hour has passed, he has a copy of the text from the letter Hannah received. His, however, is in the stereotypical 'Ransom Note' style, each letter cut and pasted out, a drawn out bunk... made even more difficult in that he has written out the entire letter backwards.

It is an involved, precise bunk, setting the scene to make the eventual cantrip flow smoothly through the lines drawn for it, not taking chances with fate being fickle.

While he worked, Siv stood guard , as stout and alert as is her kith's nature. And one neighbor starts to get nosey, she glares the nighbor away.

As the cantrip takes form, he flips the letter he wrote over, takes a pencil, and is ready to jot down notes or sketches of what he sees.

Symon gets a view, a perfect view, of a tubby blonde guy 'sneaking' up to the mail box. He wears a T shirt with the Punisher symbol on it, and cargo pants. Symon sees him slip it in, and then say "Easiest 50 bucks I ever made" and get into a car. He gets the plates too

He presses a bit of glamour into the cantrip, knowing it's a stretch, but trying to seek back further. Looking for signs of the missing girl, of Tzipporah, if she was taken from this place? Or else, the last time she was here. He has to stretch, he's never met the girl, he doesn't know her, but he reaches his hand to Siv for the hairs as he seeks a second glimpse.

He whispers, Siv can hear him, "The letter was left, but the girl was taken. By whom?"

he does see an image, a day and a half ago, Tziporah he assuems? or at least an Eshu heading off "She's gonna love this gift. time to get it out of storage" and off she goes

He sits back, taking a breath, and considering what he saw, as the magic drains away.