[ Can a man with an aversion to dust be blamed for gravitating towards the house that's actually clean? The answer is no, because Hardison says so.
Curiosity killed the cat. It hasn't killed a hacker yet.
He's sort of scoping things out in the upper and lower levels of this location- under beds, rooting around in drawers, picking up the throw pillows on the couches just because he's already here and might as well do it. After a certain point, for obvious reasons, he sticks to studiously avoiding the mirrors. It's a small price to pay to avoid creepy-ass mirror ghosts.
Some exception is taken for the entry hall mirror, which is big and ornate enough to merit some scrutiny. Even then, he's going to pains to focus on the photographs instead, stood off to the side somewhere.
Hardison is starting to worry about his "this might as well happen" ratio, because he's pretty sure it's getting dangerously high the longer he's in this town. On second thought, he has the dignity to look personally offended. ]
That is just... a whole-ass cult. Like, they really went all in on a big fancy clubhouse for their mirror cult.
[ Was there a betting pool on mirror cults? He should have asked when he first got here, he guesses. ]
baneberry hall, ota
[ And Hardison will do his requisite time exploring in Banebarry Hall himself, like most everyone in this little group they've got going. He leaves things like lock-picking to the people who can actually do it, in favor of poking around in the bedrooms and the library, and taking an interest in rooting through any illegible, ruined paperwork that he happens to come across.
Catch him at a grimy table or desk or on a bed, methodically filtering through a bunch of papers that reveal absolutely nothing because they're so far gone, which he can't say is super surprising?
But you know, there's something familiar about putting a bulk of work hours into this. Like, hey Hardison, here's a ton of vague nonsense information that you need to try to filter down and organize into real, relevant, useful information, if any exists, and it's a nigh-impossible feat to manage. Maybe it's weird to find comfort in that. He never claimed to be conventional, though.
The room-exploring curiosity that did not kill the hacker in the nice clean cult house does run him directly into some unfortunate memory-viewing experiences here, which is uhh. Not great. But he'll deal with that when he gets to it. ]
memory. (CW claustrophobia, talk of death/funerals in linked video)
[ Lying somewhere in one of the rooms in Baneberry Hall is an innocuous, now dusty blue scarf. It's light enough in color that it might even be a little tough to differentiate with the dust surrounding it. It is, unfortunately, one of those personal items littering the building that comes with a free show attached to it.
And as one might expect from a memory that opens on waking up confused in darkness (the listed CWs are located in this video), this free show ushers in a front-row experience with icy dread, acute claustrophobia, and raw panic. ]
wildcard.
[ plotting comment is here! i'm happy to discuss closed starters, plan other encounters, provide more descriptions/transcript stuff for the memory, etc. Hardison will definitely be floating around more than just the two locations, so it's really no problem! ]
alec hardison | leverage
[ Can a man with an aversion to dust be blamed for gravitating towards the house that's actually clean? The answer is no, because Hardison says so.
Curiosity killed the cat. It hasn't killed a hacker yet.
He's sort of scoping things out in the upper and lower levels of this location- under beds, rooting around in drawers, picking up the throw pillows on the couches just because he's already here and might as well do it. After a certain point, for obvious reasons, he sticks to studiously avoiding the mirrors. It's a small price to pay to avoid creepy-ass mirror ghosts.
Some exception is taken for the entry hall mirror, which is big and ornate enough to merit some scrutiny. Even then, he's going to pains to focus on the photographs instead, stood off to the side somewhere.
Hardison is starting to worry about his "this might as well happen" ratio, because he's pretty sure it's getting dangerously high the longer he's in this town. On second thought, he has the dignity to look personally offended. ]
That is just... a whole-ass cult. Like, they really went all in on a big fancy clubhouse for their mirror cult.
[ Was there a betting pool on mirror cults? He should have asked when he first got here, he guesses. ]
baneberry hall, ota
[ And Hardison will do his requisite time exploring in Banebarry Hall himself, like most everyone in this little group they've got going. He leaves things like lock-picking to the people who can actually do it, in favor of poking around in the bedrooms and the library, and taking an interest in rooting through any illegible, ruined paperwork that he happens to come across.
Catch him at a grimy table or desk or on a bed, methodically filtering through a bunch of papers that reveal absolutely nothing because they're so far gone, which he can't say is super surprising?
But you know, there's something familiar about putting a bulk of work hours into this. Like, hey Hardison, here's a ton of vague nonsense information that you need to try to filter down and organize into real, relevant, useful information, if any exists, and it's a nigh-impossible feat to manage. Maybe it's weird to find comfort in that. He never claimed to be conventional, though.
The room-exploring curiosity that did not kill the hacker in the nice clean cult house does run him directly into some unfortunate memory-viewing experiences here, which is uhh. Not great. But he'll deal with that when he gets to it. ]
memory. (CW claustrophobia, talk of death/funerals in linked video)
[ Lying somewhere in one of the rooms in Baneberry Hall is an innocuous, now dusty blue scarf. It's light enough in color that it might even be a little tough to differentiate with the dust surrounding it. It is, unfortunately, one of those personal items littering the building that comes with a free show attached to it.
And as one might expect from a memory that opens on waking up confused in darkness (the listed CWs are located in this video), this free show ushers in a front-row experience with icy dread, acute claustrophobia, and raw panic. ]
wildcard.
[ plotting comment is here! i'm happy to discuss closed starters, plan other encounters, provide more descriptions/transcript stuff for the memory, etc. Hardison will definitely be floating around more than just the two locations, so it's really no problem! ]