She nods. "Please...be careful!" she says "There's an awful lot of them!"

"Don't worry ma'am, they won't do anything when a grown up is watching."  She snarks.  Once she's sure the woman is off to the Grand Bull,  Wildcat hurries to the undertaker's.  She stops about a block short however and approaches walking at calm pace, both to appear more nonchalant and to catch her breath.

One riot, one Ranger she reminds herself as she walks in with the Winchester's barrel leaning over her shoulder.

In reply to Wildcat Hawkins (msg #70):

"Vaya con Dios." Jenny says to herself once Wildcat is out of earshot. "Say 'hi' to Rum Tum Tugger for me while you're there."

She giggles and heads into the bar to get a drink.

[[OOC: Wildcat, continue posting on the "Comanche Moon" thread. I'll repost your last post there, to let the others react a bit.]]

In reply to Katy Devon (msg #65):''
OOC: I assume Katy has a gun?

Robert watches as Evan's calms the girl, nodding slightly in approval.  "If something happens, ma'am, give a good scream or fire off a shot.  The bullet might not work, but it'll bring us running."  He turns to Evans.  "I think we should go back to the basement, to where the Ju- the other one was, and see what we find."

" Oh yes sir, Mister Robert. I got a Lemat the other day. I think I'll call this one Jason. He's a good shot alright and... What do you mean 'the bullet might not work?'.  I.. I am a good shot.. Honest.." She murmurs a bit lowly now, seeming disapointed. She pulled out her gun from an unexpected place and examined the gun.. Thought she was wondering that she should get a vest holster.

" Fellows, you think after this is taken care of, you could help get me a vest holster? I think that gentlemen took a bit more of my money then some was worth.." She asked, and no matter the answer, she would give a pleasant nod and look to the sick ridden woman.

"Now, now, no need to scare the girl." Evans says, shooting a dirty look at Robert. "I'm sure Miss Devon is versed enough in gun maintenance that she can prevent any jams or misfires."

Evans turns back to Katy. "But yes. Stay with the girl, keep her in the sunlight--the vitamins in the sun's rays should do wonders for her. Oh, and if she remarks that she's thirsty, by all means fetch her some water, but don't move too closer to her to deliver it. She might be contagious. Just set it down within her reach, that should do fine."

He grabs Robert by the arm and gently pulls him from the room.

Once out the door, he glares at the man. "What happened to trying not to scare people for the public good?" He whispers harshly. "That was a horrible thing to say!"

He takes a deep breath, then continues at normal volume. "I think searching the basement again is a good idea, but there are half a dozen more rooms up on this floor that we should eliminate first."

"What happened was, I don't want to have to stake her, or bury her" Robert replies.

"Up or down is fine with me, although if our foe is averse to light, I don't see him up here near windows."

" He doesn't like light? Why? " The girl clued in curiously as the males were acting a little oddly. Then again it could be that they are cautious over the killer. She couldn't blame them about that, putting on a brave face. Men were so sweet.  Yet she was on her way to get the little lady Lucy some water and soup since the gril seemed to pass out asleep.

Evans looks at Robert, shrugs, and sighs. Let him field the sunlight question. "Better safe than sorry. Remember, we found the girl up here. Who knows what else me might find? There might be more victims in need of help."

"We think he has a sickness which affects the mind.  Amongst other things, the eyes become very sensitive to light.  This disease can make the victims act crazy, they will ingnore injury and pain.  That's why just shooting him might not work.  Unfortunatly, there is no cure."

OOC: do we hear gunfire?

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13:39, Today: Robert Micklethwait rolled -1,0 using d6-4,d6-4, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4. notice
nope
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[[OOC: Make a notice check, -4 for the distance and the fact that you are inside.]]

" Oh dear.. I see. " She murmurs as Robert spoke, she nodded with a child like agreement, understanding what Evans had spoke of keeping her distance.

" I'll go fetch a pitcher of water before I return. The curtains open, so it should be fine for a bit. Poor dear passed out.." And down the stairs she quickly decends, asking the ring of lovelies ladies  to aid herand they caught her a pitcher and a cup at once. She parted their company and quickly returned to the room where Lucy was still in bed.

" Little Lucy? Wake up, you have to drink something. It's not healthy for your skin to sleep through the daylight hours. Not good for you at all." She poured a glass and placed it on the night stand, before she backed away to the chair and picked up her LeMat named; Jason. She sighed a little and looked to the door..

Yet soon her eyes drifted to the closet..
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Seeing that Katy is set, Robert turns to Evans.  "So, you want t'finish checking up here?"

The closet sat there, closed. Waiting...

---

Evans nods, and strides off down the corridor, testing doors.

The other rooms take about ten minutes to search, but there isn't anything exciting about them.

Evans sighs. "Well, at least we've got that covered. To the basement, then?"

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Back in the room, the girl languidly picks up the glass.

"...could you please cover the window?" she asks in a weak voice. "...the light hurts my eyes..." she begins to drink.

Robert nods.  "Marina had a lantern, but when the Judge woke up she dropped it.  Let's see if there's another."  Robert leads the way down to the basement, striking a match if need be for light.

OOC: there might have been more than one lantern?  Or a candle or something?

In reply to Robert Micklethwait (msg #84):

The lantern Robert procures shines as the pair travels down into the darkness of the basement.

[[OOC: She brought one down...there's nothing stopping you from taking another lantern from the ground floor down with you.

What are you going to search for?]]

A bite of her lip, her eyes shift over the door and it seems undisturbed.. She wonders if  they only came into the room, is that what they call 'exploring'? They did not check under the bed for weapons or in the closet, the dresser for paper or bits of clues like wily Jack Hannon would. She took in a deep breathe as lucy spoke to her.

" I'm sorry, truly.. But you might have been infected by some mad man. You have to stay in the light, it might hurt, but it's truly good for you. I promise. " She tried to speak comfortingly, but her eyes would always pull back to the mocking, closed door. There could be a villian in there. Just waiting, holding one's breath. The room had smelt so awfully sweet like spilt perfume. " Perhaps you can drape a pillow or.. some fabric, or your wrist over your eyes."

A helpful suggestion, yet honestly, she was more worried about the closet like a little girl in her room. DUring a lightning storm. And a scary, imposing door at thhe foot of her bed.... Oh, that gave the case of heebie jeebies!  She stood, and held her LeMat, the gun ready to fire. She crossed the room slightly, her heels clicked slowly in the motion.. She grabbed the handle of the door and.. Jerked it open!

The door of the closet jerks open to reveal...

...a pile of neatly stacked sheets. The closet is more of a cubbyhole than a hiding spot.

Well, that was disappointing.

She turns back around to the girl...

...to find her suddenly standing right behind her, staring at her with a strange intensity.

"...thirsty..." she murmurs. "...so very thirsty..."

In reply to The Stray (msg #85):

OOC: Bascially, look around the room where the coffin was, see what else is there.

The basement still had the faint stench of death hanging in it as Robert and Evans got down into it. Evans picks up a fallen lantern and gets a light from the wick or Robert's own lamp.

"Lucky this didn't break when she dropped it." He mutters.

The pair took their time, carefully searching crates filled with frilly clothes, dull swords, and other miscellaneous stage props. Some of the boxes are labeled "Property of the Vanderholt Troupe," while others have "Property of the Oriental Theater" stenciled on them. None of them contain any more corpses, ambulatory or otherwise. The only thing of note is a large box filled with dirt, labeled "Potting Soil," and that's only notable because of how odd it is.

It takes them a good ten minutes of searching to go through everything.

"I do believe this is a bust." Evans says. "Either the Judge was the vampire, and we've done our job, or the theoretical other vampire lairs somewhere else during the day."

Or is upstairs, sashaying around in her petticoats. He thinks to himself, but he didn't really feel like voicing that theory at the moment. Not without more proof. He remembered his days of reading Penny Dreadfuls, and Varney had had some sort of hypnotic power over females. It stood to reason that female vampires might have the same sort of thrall over males. He didn't feel particularly comfortable trying to confront any of the girls upstairs without the Ranger and whatever information she could dig up from her superiors. Perhaps there would be something useful in those notes, and he could take the time to actually put his scientific skills to use creating a countermeasure.

He waited for Robert to respond.

Robert taps the box labeled "Potting Soil" "This is the box the judge was in" He searches it carefully, using his cane to stir through the dirt.  "I've heard of taking a dirt nap, but this is odd." He mutters half to himself.

"Looks like the Judge was made vamp on the way to town, then bit that poor girl upstairs.  So there might be one out there somewhere, but ... you know, you'd thing.. I mean, if I was a vampire, I could kill my victims.  I wouldn't make all kinds of other vampires.  Attracts attention.  So could be the judge killed the one that bit him, but still got turned in the end.  Or the vampire that bit the judge let him go to stir up trouble." Robert grimaces. "I guess the only thing to do is keep an eye out, and watch that girl up stairs.  I'm not sure if Miss Katy would be up to staking someone, I could go up and keep an eye on her, I'm sure you have other irons in the fire."



OOC: I've assumed the box labeled "Potting Soil" is the one the judge was in

"We are assuming there is some choice in the matter of who becomes a vampire and who doesn't." Evans says. "Is it a conscious process, or is there some kind of biological catalyst involved? Does the transformation occur before death, or afterward? We're working with a lot of unknowns here."

He sighs, and shakes his head. "Whoever our mystery vampire is, they were either careless in their feeding, or this was a deliberate attempt to sow trouble in town. Either possibility has disturbing implications. I think we've been lucky thus far...I've heard some pretty awful stories of unchecked outbreaks of plague wiping out entire towns, and while what we have here isn't a plague per se, the thought of an ever-expanding plague of vampires, feeding themselves and spreading their curse to others, who in turn spread their curse to others...frankly it sends shivers up the spine. We may have averted a major disaster here."

At his suggestion, Evans nods. "Yes, I think the girl bears watching. I think she's a local, not one of the traveling troupe...I think I saw her dance here before they came to town. However, I don't think we should keep her here. There's a few empty houses from the boom town days...perhaps we should commandeer one and move her there for observation. I'd rather keep her away from other people for the time being."

Robert nods.  "I have a few things to do, why don't you arrange for a house, and I'll go check on Katy, then explain to the ladies where we are moving here."

"Very well." Evans nods. "Take care. And be cautious...I don't entirely trust these ladies. Watch yourself."

He heads out of the theater, leaving Robert to his own devices.