The Foundation (IC)

[Chanlin]

Doyle turns at the voice. He grins an mocks looking around and then peers behind her, "Oy, what didj'ya do wid dat odder lass?" Without waiting for an answer he pokes his door open and points to the joke skirt and top, "Oi couldn't get em ta fit anyway."

[Sarlon]

Sarah sees doyle coming out of his room and sneaks up behind him.

"Such a shame...you'd of looked good in a dress Mr. Doyle"

Sarah smirks at him.

[Chanlin]

It doesn't take Doyle long to find the package after waking in the morning. He grins and shakes his head at the skirt. "Oi guess he does at least have a sense o' humor."

He takes time to shower and shave and takes his time getting dressed. He too looks somewhat different if only the clothes look slightly out of place on him if you know his background.

Afterward he wanders out of the room with food on his mind...

[Jay 2K Winger]

. Agent Newton . Romanza's Team . En route to hobgoblin attack .

Joey nods and ejects his standard ammunition from his own gun, double-checks to be sure the ammo types are compatible, then slots the Foundation-issue iron rounds into his gun. "If we can find a place where the hob has been, I can probably use my talent to get a glimpse to its path or mindset. It doesn't always work, but it's better than nothing."

He was speaking in a flat tone, as one does when mentally preparing themselves for a combat situation, when someone doesn't deal well with blood. What's going to happen won't be pleasant, he knows, but he's got a duty to do.

[Sarlon]

Sarah after carefully hanging up the clothes for tomorrow, takes a rather long shower, running out the hot water at least twice, then crawls into the first bed shes slept in in years sleeping deeply.

Next moring, after another long shower emerges from her room looking almost like another person, her sleek long black hair has been brushed and artfully braided, framing high cheek bones, and a heart shaped face. Fully dressed in her room she awaits everyone else, leaving the room as clean as she found it not sure if she'd be returning to this room later.

[Mytical]

Fred nods. "I've never had a vision not come true. They are not always what I think they are at first, but never had one not one hundred percent accurate."

[KabeRinnaul]

Romanza's Team
She nods. "Might mean we're going to be too late, or that someone else is involved. You always accurate?"

[Mytical]

"Just had a vision." Fred describes the vision. "The vision blocked out the face of the person standing, didn't really get a good look at the one down."

[KabeRinnaul]

Black's Team
Neither Sarah nor Loren find anything of the sort in their rooms, but who knows if Black was full of it, or if they're just well-hidden. However, there is a package for each in the hall, which is quickly revealed to be their clothing for tomorrow - nothing terribly fancy, but vaguely "nice". The sort of things a family might wear to a casual dinner out. Everyone gets as good a night's rest as they're able, as the rooms are actually rather well-furnished.

Doyle's package will probably be found in the morning considering his heading straight to bed, and of course will contain a rather nice skirt and top. Below that, though, he'll find the men's clothing.

Cassandra's Team
"Some fey, the ones most fitting the 'fair folk' description, have an overwhelming presence. Most people obey them without question. There are also a type we call 'faceless' who tend to be talented at planting suggestions in people's heads. And then there are angels - not the Christian sort, they just look the part. But if it's angels we find, we quit for now and get backup."

Romanza's Team
"They're still standard rounds, it's just an iron core. They should work in yours. And even if that's the case with your visions, we should be fine unless it gets the jump on us. My only real concern is that Hobs like to stalk and ambush. The key will be finding it before it finds us."

Unfortunately, Fred misses a chunk of the middle of that explanation due to a sudden, brief vision - this one simply of what seems to be the same area as before, perhaps another part of the property, a body, and someone standing over it. It doesn't last long enough to see any details on either person, but does give the impression of a "western" look to the standing one - particularly, a duster and old stetson hat. And just as quickly as it started, it's over.

Lochdubh, Scotland (Tyger)
The older agent shrugs. "Whatever you think you'll need, and take your time. We're a day late getting here, so you're missing whatever it is Mr. Black is making all the other new recruits go through. Means we're not under much of a time constraint. Funny thing is, finding you was easy. The hard part was getting out here."

[Chanlin]

Doyle looks at the note, leaves it taped to the door, goes into his room and flops down on the bed without bothering to change. "Just like prison..." he mutters as he drifts off.

[Mytical]

Fred nods and takes the weapon. "I'll be ok as long as I don't get caught by a vision, then I am about worthless and will get us all killed."

[Jay 2K Winger]

Romanza's Team
Romanza glances over at Joey. "Reach down under the seat. There's a case down there with a couple spare pistols and some ammo. You'll both want to be carrying that instead. The rounds are iron. Hobgoblins shrug off anything else."

. Agent Newton (Joey) . Romanza's Team .

Joey glances up. "Pistols specially modified to fire them?" he asks. "Or can the rounds be fired from an FBI-issue nine-mil?" Regardless, he pulls out the box containing the pistols and ammo.

Opening the box, he takes out one pistol, checks it, then passes it and the clip to Fred.

[dragon_wings]

'What sort of things?' asks Siobhan.

[Tyg3rW01f]

Josiah nodded. "I see, but you might as well accept the fact you can't map Fey activity. They basically own the Highlands and Ireland. And speaking of 'own', what am I allowed to pack, and how long have I got to do so?"

[Sarlon]

Sarah glances at the note on the door, and mutters "perverts", before walking in examining the room VERY carefully, laying her tattered backpack on a chair and flipping on a light.