Into the Wide World
20th of August 2006 A.D.
Fun as it would be to just ride around for a few hours, something Black Rider for one thinks is just the bee's knees, or maybe the data spider's fangs, you do have a plan in mind for tonight. At least you did until a grumpy Harry answered the phone, obviously still half-asleep. Who is sleeping at a quarter past ten in the evening?
The man in charge for prosecuting a war with Blood-sucking monsters across a not inconsiderable portion of North America, responsible-Molly answers all too quickly, she also sounds a bit too much like mom for your liking.
"Ok then can Mouse come out with us to get some ice cream?"
The grunt on the other end sounds vaguely approving so you swing by.
Rosie is surprised to see a woolly dog the size of a small bear waiting on the curb with an old-fashioned phone in his mouth, she us even more surprised when the dos squeezes into the back, drops the phone which proclaims in an artfully static-y manner:
"Greetings from myself and my Ever-watchful companion Creator, may this night in company be profitable and... joyous." The last is said rather dubiously as though Burny is not sure if wishing joy on another is entirely polite.
More immediately than explaining that to him Rosie has questions, she has a lot of questions. So you explain temple dogs, including not just where they come from in the abstract, but how Harry in particular had gotten Mouse. It takes a while for the giggling to stop once you get to the monkey shen with incendiary poo, but eventually you get to the 'helper spirits'. The term demon is not really that helpful to the conversation and in any case to the mind thinking in a broadly Western context it evokes a scale of malice that Burny or Black Rider could have never managed in their previous lives. Apart from Roise's questions the only interruptions are happy woofs as the wise and diligent scion of Foo Dogs sticks his head out the sunroof, tongue lolling out.
So you must make quite the interesting sight outside of Marge's Candies, the simple brick and mortar confectionery that looks like it would be a good background for Grease, if it weren't for late arriving tourists lingering nearby. Thankfully this close to closing there aren't that many people around the place... and they do not have a 'no pets' policy, Clippy had cheked while you were driving here.
Granted the servers look
a little queasy at the sheer size of Mouse, but it's nothing you can't smooth over with a few words and an unseen ignition of Essence.
Lost 1 Essence, now at 10/12
The five of you, counting Burny and Clippy who are both out to soak in the atmosphere, step into the ambiance of old fashioned booths with tinny jukebox music filtering out of each one under the soft light of original, or more likely very good recreation, Tiffany's lamps. Even though you had
primarily chosen this place so Harry could show off a bit of his magic to Rosie without blowing out the lights they also make really good chocolate-chip ice cream.
Even though Rosie settles into her cup easily enough you can see her shift in her seat uneasily, left hand tangled in the fur on Mouse's head set in her lap, he claims for space, though you think it is most likely to give comfort. She certainly seems like she needs it.
"There's this entire other world out here huh?" At your cautious nod she continues. "So is it like Harry Potter, do they have wizard banks and wizard cops, wizard schools and wizard hospitals? Could you... could I just vanish into it? Because I don't know if you noticed Molls but I
really screwed the pooch in this world." She glances down at Mouse. "No offense."
When you do not answer at once, from sheer surprise, she continues. "I'm good at the dream stuff right and I learned fast, You said there is more stuff I can do if,
when I get more experienced. Is this something you can make a living off, not being a PI like your Harry, I'd be terrible at that, but other magical things?"
What do you reply?
[] Well Rosie may not be a ghoul, but that does not mean she cannot use the help any less desperately, a fact which unlike with the ghouls is partly your fault. You could take her in
[] Counsel her that jumping into this headfirst is not the best idea, most people on the supernatural side keep a foot in both worlds
[] Write in
OOC: OK, toaster-written chapter is a go. Hope it does not have too many errors.