It's raining in London... again (RP)

- Mark -

- Later in the day. -

"The hunt is finally over, for today." Jen replies. "It went a lot longer than we expected, and the kids were tired and cranky by the time we sent them all home."

She listens to your request, and is relieved when you ask her to name a place. "I am still at the museum. I could probably get us into one of the preparation rooms, they should be safe."

What do you do?

Benji frowns at Rhiannon’s text, perplexed. Be what to my what?

He takes shelter from the rain in the alley next to the Thai restaurant while he waits for Rhiannon to get back to him about her doctor, enjoying the roar of the rain and all the daytime hustle and bustle that he doesn’t usually get to be a part of.

- Mark -

"I'm sorry. I don't any places like that." Jena says with distaste in her voice. "Some of the work rooms are set up to handle pretty rough stuff. A bigger concern would be curious people wandering in and seeing what you are doing." She concedes.

What do you do?

- Rhiannon -

Green Park Station is big and busy, if there is a Place of Power here, you can not find it with the constant throng of people passing through it, though that has a power of it own.

Benji lets you know his location. Maybe he will be more able to sus out an underground station, he is more familiar with the places.

The Millicent Fawcett you know of is dead, and had been for a while. If Jacob in interested in historical details you may be able to help, but there are more pressing things going on right now.

What do you do?

Benji bundles into the passenger seat of Rhiannon’s car. "Sorry for troubling you with this! I really owe you one."

He furrows his brow at her suggestion about the muggers, conflicted. There is a part of him that is very excited about the idea, but he doesn’t usually like to think about that part.

"If you think that would be best," he says, hesitantly, hoping that Rhiannon will make the decision for him. If Rhiannon thinks it’s a good idea then it can’t be so bad.

- Rhiannon -

An assistant who you have met, but don't know very well, answers Charles phone. "Mr Whittier is in the loo." He says, sounding very prim and proper, as always. "And you know how long that can take. I offered to bring him his phone, but he swore at me and threatened me with death... or warned me that 'it would be the death of me to enter for a while'. I will give him your message."

If you ask him more about the sample, he will confirm: "There is a rock on the workbench, it fits your description. I don't know what you mean by 'doing anything', it looks like a rock, it is just sitting there. I will keep an eye on it." He would agree without much conviction.

What do you do?

- Jacob -

Parliament Square is fairly full of people, considering the weather. Most are spending more time complaining about said weather than 'touristing', but they are still looking at the sights (mostly the ones that don't require them to look up) and asking silly questions of anyone who will listen.

There are a whole bunch of statues in the square, and you may not have noticed before, but, thinking as you now are, they appear to be arranged in interesting patterns —the tilt of a shoulder or cock of an eyebrow seemingly directed at other statues, or pointedly ignoring another (a literal cold-shoulder)— and there seems to be a sense of 'life' (though not as we know it) to them that you had not noticed before. People talk of artworks 'having a life of their own' and you might suspect something like that at play here.

It is not hard to find the statue of Millicent Fawcett, standing sternly (is she holding washing? surely that is not a pillow-case?) on the edge of the green.

What do you do?

"No, not a taboo," says Benji, carefully. He knows many vampires who could not care less about whether their prey is ‘innocent’ or willing or not (after all, does a human eating a steak worry about the cow’s innocence?), but he thinks it’s probably best not to mention that to Rhiannon. "It just appeals to an instinct I usually try not to indulge."

- Rhiannon -

"Yes, miss. I have holy water ready, miss." Jordan (for that is assistant's name, you now remember) agrees.

"I was wondering miss." He barrels on, as though desperate to get the words out before he loses his nerve. "What are you doing on Friday night? There is a rather good play in the West End. And I have tickets." Briefly it sounds like he is offering you tickets, but then that hope is dashed by the words: "We could go for dinner first."

At the same time Jordan is saying this, you hear Bev's voice on the door-phone and she buzzes you in.

What do you do?

- Jacob -

From behind, you can see that a section of the "courage" placard the statue holds is less weathered than the rest, almost like it is used to having books, or something, resting there to shield it from the elements, it is currently empty.

You feel fairly confident that this is the one... if you can trust Slippery Jim's tale. Confident enough to try talking to the statue and hope no one notices.

The statue, unsurprisingly, stares unwaveringly over your head and does not respond. But a small voice chirps up from your elbow. "She ain't gonna talk to you, bruv." Says a previously unnoticed street urchin of indeterminate gender and age. "She don't know you. You might be a trick, you know how they are." The urchin does not quite hold out a hand for a hand-out, but it is implied. (Maybe you should check your pockets, see that you still have any valuables you may have been carrying when you got here.)

What do you do?