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Started by Huitzil, January 27, 2004, 12:28:26 AM

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Dracos

Sees the names and is more intrigued.  Continues searching the house for the day.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

Judging by the homework shoved into desk drawers, the names on the artwork, and the labels on the toys, the other residents of the house were:

Chamber of Fallen Legos (TM): Rhys Randall Llewelyn.  Aside from toys (and quite a few of them) there's nothing of interest.

Chamber of Comic Book Styled Artwork:  Jason Donald Randall.  He's got tons of comics, lots of home-made artwork, original characters, and a handful of dirty magazines hidden beneath the bed (score).  Other than that, and a few models of U.S. ships (unpainted), there's not much else there.

Chamber of the NES and Faria:  Brian A. Randall.  A few empty candy wrappers are shoved between the bedframe and the floor.  The NES is there, of course, and tons of homework with less than promising scores, as well as a handfull of, 'See me after class!' notes.  Also, a 'junk drawer' full of completely random bits of ... well ... junk.  One or two pieces glow to your eyes.  (A 4 CM glass sphere with bubbles in it, and a nut of some kind on a piece of thick white string.  It's been pulled against the string a time or two, staining the string and releasing an odd scent.)  Nothing else really spectacular, other than the crawlspace access.

Master Bedroom: G. Morgana Llewelyn and David Donald Randall.  There is a twin to the blade you shattered in the Workshop here, hidden under some old clothes atop the dresser.  To your eyes, the blade is about to break, however.

Shop area:  Apparently, the guy who used the old 386 mostly used it to run some fairly complex mapping software for designing circuitry ... nearby dusty printouts from a huge plotter suggest something about microwave communications.

Music area:  A MASSIVE collection of vinyl music, covering the late sixties to the early eighties.  Also, a collection of home-made tapes that fill in most of the gaps for the record collection.

Unknown Macintosh Varient Area:  This computer is not actually Y2K compliant.  But when you change the date in the BIOS, you discover it's a IIgs.  Funky.

Library Area:  This area contains a huge collection of books.
I handle other fanfic authors Nanoha-style.  Grit those teeth!  C&C incoming!
Prepare to be befriended!

~exploding tag~

Dracos

Dracos picks up the magical items and the sword, carrying it around with him.  When he gets to the library he waves to Bjorn, first looking around for anything magical about the books.

"Bjorn, you realize who's house this is?"

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

"No," says Bjorn distractedly, as he swaps one occult book for another.  "Who's?"

Dracos

"This is the Randall family home.  Brian Randall's family home to be specific."

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

"Brian..." Bjorn's voice trails off as his brow furrows in thought.  "Wait," he says, after a second, "you mean Brian-the-guy-who-founded-#void Brian?"

Dracos

"Yes.  Brian Randall, Durandall, Founder of Void.  This is his family house."

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

"Funky coincidence."  Bjorn eyes the bundle in Drac's arms.  "And you're looting the place?"

Dracos

"Well, in a way yeah.  But more gathering the magic stuff.  These things are all at least minorly enchanted in some way.  Since you are already going through here, mind keeping an eye out for any book references to these claymores?  This one is very, very similar to the other one I had and they are both magical to my eyes.  It wouldn't be too much of a leap to think they might have notes on them somewhere.  Thanks."

Dracos, assuming Bjorn doesn't stop him, heads down to where Rez is.  "Any progress on those files?"

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Rezantis

"Aaaaabsolutely none.  Sorry about before, I'm just . . . on edge."
Hangin' out backstage, waiting for the show.

Dracos

"No prob man.  I can deal.  Anyhow, two guesses whose house this is and the first one has dibs on being retarded."

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Rezantis

Hangin' out backstage, waiting for the show.

Dracos

"Good retarded first guess.  Now your serious one?"

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Rezantis

"I dunno, it seems legitimate enough at first glance,"  Rez smirked, and keeps typing on his keyboard.
Hangin' out backstage, waiting for the show.

Dracos

"It is.  But this place has well...Faria?  Who the fuck has Faria?  Anyhow...this is the Randall Family home.  You know, Brian Randall?"

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.