[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

[espigeonage]

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

Comments

[no_love_potions]

[It was a dark and stormy night.

Because of course it was.

Harry Dresden, paranormal investigator of middling renown was already drenched by the time he got up to the old Cooke house, supposedly one of Locke City's most haunted locales, and shook some of the rainwater from his beat up old duster.

The place certainly looked the part, old, creaking and filled with sheet-covered furniture. If there was any place in the city he'd have picked to run into something spooky then this was it.]

Okay. Let's see what you've got for me.

[moonlitsong]

[Old, creaking, filled with sheet-covered furniture... and footsteps. Footsteps coming from somewhere fairly close by.

Footsteps that immediately lead into a loud 'clunk' and then what had to be a whispered curse in some other language.]

[no_love_potions]

[Footsteps. That was... interesting. He was pretty sure he was the only person crazy enough to actually come out to a place like this on a night like tonight.

Reaching into one of the big pockets of his coat he grabs his handheld night-vision camera and slowly starts creeping toward where he hears the footsteps. Not that he was all that lightfooted himself so whoever it was probably heard him coming too. Or... whatever it was.

That whispered voice makes him pause just at the doorway to the next room. Still nothing showing up on the camera screen. He takes a second, taking a long breath before getting ready to swing around the corner and hopefully get a glimpse of whatever else was in this house.

On three...

Two....

One!]

[moonlitsong]

[On her end, Maria freezes in place not long after her unfortunately collision with a piece of sheet-draped furniture. She catches the midst of those footsteps with the same tell-tale creek of old floorboards and suddenly her heart leaps into her throat.

Her mind starts clicking away as she searches her own pockets for her camera. The headlamp strapped around her head provides a bare beam of light that can only do so much in such a gloomy place.

If it's making noise then it had to be a poltergeist of some sort. She hadn't run into one of those in a long time. Or... well, ever maybe. The last time was a bit dubious anyhow.

The footsteps seem to be growing closer though so she poises at the ready, creeping forward carefully. The open doorway into this room proved beneficial in this instance and the moment the footsteps got close enough, Maria herself swung around the corner of the doorway as well.

And promptly runs straight into something very-not corporeal. With a noise she trips back a step or two and then boom, there goes her rear meeting the ground. And kicking up a lovely cloud of dirt and dust while she's at it.]

[no_love_potions]

[On that mental count, Harry swung around the doorway to the next room, camera up and grunted as he run into somebody or something.

With a very manly exclamation of surprise he stumbled back a step, almost tripping over a covered chair himself but managing to keep his balance.

He shines his light through the dust cloud, trying to catch a glimpse of who or whatever he'd hit, half-expecting some unspeakable spectre from beyond the grave only to find a... girl. The hell was she doing here?]

Hey, you okay?

[He moves forward, waving away the dust that got into his face and reaches down to offer her a hand.]

[moonlitsong]

[He's waving away dust, she's waving away dust. Her headlamp has swiveled around to the side of her head now, blonde hair wrangled back in a ponytail even more wild and mussed thanks to it.

She seems to barely not the hand before she finally reaches out for it. A cough or two accompany her standing up.]

I'm fine, I'm fine!

[She begins violently beating dust off of her rear now, not noting the askew headlamp for a few minutes.]

What are you-- ah.

[You don't mind being momentarily blinded by the light, yeah, Harry? She flusters and is quick to snap it off at least.]

Sorry, sorry, sorry. ... What was I saying?

[no_love_potions]

[Gah! Right in the night vision! Harry holds up a hand, squinting until that light shines somewhere else and tries to blink the spots out of his vision.]

I think you were asking what I was doing here, but I'm beating you to it. What are you doing here?