October 3rd, 198?, 11:59PM - Uptown Historic District, New Eden, [REDACTED]
A car pulls up in the drive of a large Victorian-style home. As the car stops, the headlights linger for a moment exposing the maroon exterior paint and highlighting the soft lemon yellow woodwork, railings and door. The car is switched off, leaving only a slight bit of orange light from inside. A portly middle-aged man opens his car door and begins to pull himself out of the car. Adjusting his glasses he reaches into a pocket, producing a folded bundle of papers. He reads the papers using the dome light of the car, then compares the address to the one nailed to the railing of the home.
He takes a briefcase from the back seat and walks up to the front door while plucking a key from the same bundle of papers. With quick jangle the door opens with an audible groan. The man takes a step in, "Hello? Miss Kincade? Are you here? Sorry I'm late, I got held up at the other estate..." After a moment of silence has passed, he shrugs his shoulders. "Well - I guess she already left..."
Entering the home he is met by a cacophony of clicks, clacks, springs and sprungs. Nearly every inch of the interior walls are covered in a vast collection of antique clocks. He opens his case and lays a stack of neatly stapled papers on the nearest table. The heading of these papers is clearly marked a list of auction lots, beside this stack he opens a business card holder setting it beside. The cards read, "Felix Alterman - Auctioneer and Estate Specialist."
His hands now mostly free, Felix turns on the light for the parlor. However, the heavy shades on the lamps provide little help through. He begins comparing his notes to the various clocks on the walls, many already featuring lot tags.
BONG! BONG! BONG!
Suddenly all the clocks in the home begin to chime the hour in unison, the sound is nearly deafening, and the surprise causes Felix to nearly fall back. He manages to steady himself on a high back chair - but drops his papers and his glasses. Taking a moment to compose himself, he notices the shape of a woman in the parlor door way. Due to the darkness, and his already bad eyesight he can't make up more than a vague shape. "Oh! Miss Kincade. You startled me. Between you and these clocks a moment ago I might not even make it to the auction." He chuckles, but the figure doesn't respond.
Felix rubs his eyes a bit. "Miss Kincade?" his voice sounding nervous now he reaches down and finds his glasses. Placing them back on the bridge of his nose, however the figure is gone. A cold row of sweat begins to bead up on his balding forehead and he takes a few tepid steps towards the opening to the hall where the figure stood. Somehow finding the courage he peaks around the corner. To the left of him the front door, which he entered, to the right nothing but dimly light hallway past the stairs and into the kitchen. Felix wipes his brow with a hanky and shrugs. Turning around back into the parlor.
When he turns, no more than a foot away stands what appears to be a woman's corpse, skin tight and drawn, with a putrid green pallet. Her empty eyes are pursed together like chapped lips and her strawlike grey hair moves wildly as she begins to howl.
Felix eyes become bigger than saucers as he instinctively backs up until hitting the hallway wall. The figure slowly starts moving towards him, still screaming. He bolts out the front door, his fear pushing far beyond the capacity to scream. The car lurches to life and is reversed down the driveway, gravel and grass flying from the rapidly spinning tires. As Felix speeds off into the distance we see the dim lights in the Victoriam home blinking wildly. *CUT TO BLACK*
as Maxwell "Max" Maxwell, III
, The Crooked
as Bastian "Felsted" Fane
, The Initiate
, The Flake
and special guest @Discrider
Interior - New Moon Diner, New Eden Downtown. 10:00AM. October 4th. We find Max setting at corner booth by himself. The diner is busy with the brunch crowd and an eclectic group of people litter the remaining tables and booths. The diner bar is empty aside from one portly man sitting at the end with a just a half empty cold cup of coffee. As Max finishes 'taking in' the people of the room, his vision finally comes back around to the waitress standing immediately to his left, the look on her face obviously tells him she's asked him a question and has been waiting sometime for an appropriate answer. "Well? How long until the rest of your friends gets here -- if you're solo we're going to have to ask you to sit at the bar... or a smaller table."
Please everyone establish yourself into the scene, and we will go from there.