To Grandmother's House We Go [Closed]
Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:45 pm
Painted Ladies • Anaxas/ Vienda
On the 20th of Intas, 2719 • Afternoon
Spring in Vienda meant clear skies but crisp temperatures. All was well in the Painted Ladies -- or so Adam hoped. He had just finished chasing down a lead for something inconsequential, so now it was time to ensure someone more consequential was well.
He felt oddly like a physician, doing this sort of wellness check. But at least he had been good so far at making it seem not too patronizing. Pulling his jacket close to himself, he was a gray shadow against the riotous colors of the district, but at least not a dour one. It had been a good day and, as long as Agatha was still alive and kicking, that would hold at least for the next couple of hours.
Yellow, blue, another blue, green -- none of them were the house he was looking for, even if all of them needed paint jobs. A cat skittered across the street before him, yowling its indignity at his presence, but Adam shrugged off the creature's offense. Animals were five fort a dozen here and in the Dives.
When he got to the older woman's house, he'd have to inquire about that mimeograph she'd made reference to. It would be several weeks before he was ready to make use of it, but he hoped he'd be able to. It seemed like he would, but it was a precarious situation. It was always a precarious situation.
The riotous pink of the house he was looking for swam into his vision, and he let out a whistle beneath his breath. It wasn't the first time he'd visited, but it was always a shock to the senses to see the colorful house at first.
Adam strolled towards the impressively colorful house, attracting no other notice besides that of the offended cat, and lifted a hand to rap on the door. Two longer knocks, and two shorter ones. Not a signal exactly, but enough variation to the knock to notify the house's owner that he wasn't there to break the door down. He wasn't sure what Agatha would have done if he were a Seventen officer working to ruin, but he was very sure he didn't want to find out. Her reputation preceded her.
He much preferred being offered a cup of tea to a bullet from a pistol. So he broke into an easy smile, trying to look casual about his visit, and hoping there would be an answer from within.
He felt oddly like a physician, doing this sort of wellness check. But at least he had been good so far at making it seem not too patronizing. Pulling his jacket close to himself, he was a gray shadow against the riotous colors of the district, but at least not a dour one. It had been a good day and, as long as Agatha was still alive and kicking, that would hold at least for the next couple of hours.
Yellow, blue, another blue, green -- none of them were the house he was looking for, even if all of them needed paint jobs. A cat skittered across the street before him, yowling its indignity at his presence, but Adam shrugged off the creature's offense. Animals were five fort a dozen here and in the Dives.
When he got to the older woman's house, he'd have to inquire about that mimeograph she'd made reference to. It would be several weeks before he was ready to make use of it, but he hoped he'd be able to. It seemed like he would, but it was a precarious situation. It was always a precarious situation.
The riotous pink of the house he was looking for swam into his vision, and he let out a whistle beneath his breath. It wasn't the first time he'd visited, but it was always a shock to the senses to see the colorful house at first.
Adam strolled towards the impressively colorful house, attracting no other notice besides that of the offended cat, and lifted a hand to rap on the door. Two longer knocks, and two shorter ones. Not a signal exactly, but enough variation to the knock to notify the house's owner that he wasn't there to break the door down. He wasn't sure what Agatha would have done if he were a Seventen officer working to ruin, but he was very sure he didn't want to find out. Her reputation preceded her.
He much preferred being offered a cup of tea to a bullet from a pistol. So he broke into an easy smile, trying to look casual about his visit, and hoping there would be an answer from within.