Quest 05 [Player plot, closed]

[newmemorywhodis]

The home and mansion of Lord Willoughby Wigglesworth Pinkerton the Third is ostentatious and sprawling. For those who hail from certain worlds, the architecture bears more than a passing resemblance to a certain British Museum. However, the inside is far more…tacky.

This is the home of a man who has wealth, power, and a certain amount of obsession with appearing worldly and ‘cultured’. The personal belongings of Servants and members of disadvantaged local minorities are mere curiosities and things to be possessed, to be owned, to be controlled.

Lord Willoughby Wigglesworth Pinkerton the Third - known by many who despise him as Lord Pimpersnoodle - is the kind of man who sends his lackeys to steal, to grave-rob, and desecrate. All to build his own collection. This, from the rumours and information from sympathetic staff on the inside, the gathered Corsairs know.

They also know that some of the items the Lord has appropriated are ones rather more…personal in nature. A divine sword. A spell focus. A mysterious gem.

Their mission: to retrieve those items, and make Lord Pimpersnoodle regret having ever taken them in the first place.

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[freearcadia]

Harlock rolls his shoulders. "Extermination." He replies with the bluntness of a man who has a lot of things to do and so little time. "Me and the boy are here to get rid of some ratties before they start thinking of chewing on Lord Pinkerton's things. Or falling into the stewpots."

[spacetogrow]

Ilphyl elected to go with one of their normal wild shapes, and then had to add some cosmetic details. So a black and white tomcat who just spent a bit of time rolling around to get the required amount of disheveled (not enough to worry staff that Ilphyl is tracking more dirt in than expected, but enough to look like they are a working cat, not a pampered pet, and at least partially trouble).

[upupatomway]

Atom gives a single nod to the doorwoman accompanying Harlock's explanation. He looks calm on the outside, but between the visual of Link and Nephenee's lopsided piano hauling and Harlock's character acting, he's still cracking up on the inside.

He shoots a glance down to check that Ilphyl is nearby, and sees that they're following closely. His AI labels Ilphyl as a cat upon visual scan. Should be good enough for human eyes too. All seems good for their rat catching trio so long as the doorwoman lets them in.

[newmemorywhodis]

"Bloody rats in the stewpots again?" the doorwoman says, with a long-suffering sigh. She doesn't seem to be particularly surprised. Perhaps rats in the kitchen are a common occurrence.

"Alright, you better get a move on then. You better have those rats sorted before the Lord spots one," she says, gesturing for Harlock and Atom to enter.

The cat she ignores entirely.

Link and Nephenee, meanwhile, are getting a baleful eye. Link more than Nephenee - she seems to think that of the two, he's more likely to drop the crate.

"Alright, what's this then?"

---

Link returns her baleful eye with a blank, placid expression - and a one word response.

"Piano," he says.

[freearcadia]

He gives a curt nod as he leads 'ratcatcher' group in. "We will make it quick." He puts a hand on Atom's shoulder, "You get to learn how to handle a cat today," name - name.... "Now don't lose Professor Fusspot in the place, alright? A cunning cat is hard to find."

[upupatomway]

"Yes sir." Atom nods at Harlock as he follows him inside the mansion, and looks down at Ilphyl. "Come on Professor Fusspot."

Is Fusspot a common cat name where Harlock is from? He'll have to ask later.

They're in. Now to see how it goes for Link and Nephenee.

[spacetogrow]

So far, Ilphyl is posing as a moderately well behaved cat. They are using the excuse to inspect the surroundings from the floor level, but do register that they are being addressed, and saunter over.

[newmemorywhodis]

The doorwoman gives the three 'pest catchers' them one more tired look as she sends them outside - but as he attention shifts to the others, it's clear that she's not paying them much attention anymore. They've been given permission to enter; they're not her problem anymore.

"A piano?" She echoes now, looking at the box. "What, another one?"

---

Link nods. Yes, a piano.

Although he does wonder at the fact that pianos, specifically, are apparently a frequent delivery item here...