On the prowl (Ithea)

[Anastasia]

"We will take a third option," The solar says, leading you to the wall. A door is there, "This will take you right to Rapture."

[Merc]

Ithea blinks. "Ah, handy. Thank you," she says before stepping through.

[Anastasia]

Comfortable shadows embrace Ithea. She's in one of the many allies of Rapture, a secluded and intimate place. It leads right out to the street. As she stands here, Ithea feels like she's home. It feels so right here, as if she had lost something and only now just found it anew.

[Merc]

Ithea looks for signs of cats, as they are sure to lead her to Sharess.

[Anastasia]

Coming out, Ithea can see cats everywhere. They lounge about on windowsills, in the shadows and near walls, on barrels, wherever there is space and sunshine. People come and go here, usually pairs holding hands or with linked arms. No sign of Sharess, but there are cats here, oh yes.

[Merc]

Ithea just walks around casually in Rapture then. If she can't find Sharess, Sharess will find her instead. And she's in no hurry.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Plushie_Ithea> Space_Cat roll for Plushie_Ithea < 98 > [d100=98]
> roll 1d100 subtables for Ithea
<Plushie_Ithea> Space_Cat roll for Plushie_Ithea < 71 > [d100=71]

Ithea wanders for a little bit, going down a sunny road and passing a shadowy alley. As she passes, she hears a feminine cry from deep within the alley.

[Merc]

What sort of cry? The sort that goes "Help! Help!" Or the type to leave the virgin cathirl blushing?

[Anastasia]

Make a Listen check real quick.

[Merc]

[19:05] <Harley> roll d20+54 listen
[19:05] <Plushie_Ithea> Harley roll for Plushie_Ithea < 57 > [d20=3]

[Anastasia]

Woah. That's not an unhappy maiden. Well, not a maiden from those sounds. Heck, really not a maiden. She's having a good time, possibly with more than one person.

[Merc]

Right then, not an alley she wants to walk down! Ithea happily heads down another path. And winces as she considers that the not-maiden might even be Sharess.

"That would be so weird, and I'm glad I didn't go that way," she mutters aloud to herself.

[Anastasia]

You hear a chuckle in your ear, warm and with an undercurrent like purring. "Are you? You might like it."

[Merc]

"When I'm older and married. I'm old fashioned."

[Anastasia]

The voice laughs, "Well then, champion. Tell me what you seek."