Haunted Roads

When: Afternoon
Where: Towers
Who: Bo – Narrative (unless someone really wants it)

Cat had escaped.

That Bo knew was a very bad thing. He was supposed to keep an eye on the fluff ball and make sure that it didn’t get out or do anything bad. Lately Bo wasn’t managing that job very well. The Cat was a sneaky thing! Bo put it in a room, it got out. He told it not to sleep on a certain chair, it only slept on that chair. The only time he seemed to like it was when it was sleeping. Then it made a sort of fun purr sound. Or when he could chase it…which likely had a bit to do with why Cat had run off the moment the door had opened. It was Bo that was supposed to be leaving, not Cat. Cat didn’t agree and off it went.

A faint growl made one of the servant girls look his way, asking if everything was alright. Bo lied of course, grinning widely and saying everything was fine before rushing out into the hallway to try to catch up with Cat. Leaving the door wide open in the process, thankfully the girl would be there to close it and Bo wouldn’t have that on his head too if Chloe found out. But he was a bit more focused on not losing sight of Cat then he was about doors. Or other people for that matter as he slammed right into the delivery guy that was in the elevator. Boxes went everywhere, Bo would have helped pick them up if he didn’t notice Cat slipping into the elevator right as the doors were closing. See, sneaky!

With a grumble Bo dashed for the stairs, racing down them and at least being smart enough to go to the next floor and look to see where the elevator was going to be stopping. Third floor….that was a lot of stairs. He didn’t hesitate but just ran for the stairs again, taking them two at a time and more then once nearly tripping down them. Bo wasn’t exactly graceful sometimes, especially when he was all flustered. Stupid Cat. He was supposed to be out right now picking something up for Chloe. He couldn’t remember what, but it was on a piece of paper in his back pocket so he wouldn’t forget it.

In a rush Bo shoved open the doors to the third floor, leapfrogging over some kids playing in the hallway and skidding around the corner to the elevator. The door was open and people were getting in…but there was no Cat in sight. No fluffy white ball of fur prancing around all happy that it managed to get out. It wasn’t going to be so happy when he chased it down. Or maybe it would, maybe it thought it was fun. Bo didn’t know, cats were strange. He liked his snake pet better. It just curled up warm places and didn’t really try to escape. Well…besides that one time. But now that Bo fed it, it didn’t mind staying in the room.

( Bo made a face )

Who: Chloé and her favorite pet, Bo
Where: Vivant to start
When: Eightish
What: Chloé and Bo have some fun

The street level doors of Vivant had closed, but inside the lights still shown and a few people still milled about. Not customers, no. These were people Chloe had paid to be here. Models, a photographer, a videographer, and her highly paid web designer. If Chloe could ever convince Drystan to come into the 21st century, he too might find an appreciation for the kind of work those computer people were capable of.

The models and photographer were not an odd thing, and neither was the web designer, as Chloe had, for some time now, been posting high fashion art on her website. Tonight though, they would be doing something new, videotaping the session. That too would be posted on the site, and if Chloe was pleased with it, the next session might well be cast live on her site.

Not that Chloe could truly understand why the visitors to her website would care for the video but the web designer assured her they would, that they'd get a sense of being there, get a better feel for the shop, and then have more of a desire to actually be there in person. They would want to be a part of the action, to live as the glamorous beautiful people do even when they were being casual, and blah blah blah, Chloe had tuned him out after a while, lit a cigarette, and walked away to something of interest while the man had droned on. Though not for long of course, as he'd noticed immediately that the haute couture dress designer had left him hanging. He assumed she'd lost interest. He was right of course, but that didn't mean she didn't like the idea, just his continued explanation. Her attention could only remain focussed on something so dull for so long.

And where exactly did Bo come in? Well, there were other models of course, other male models, but none had quite the personality of her pet. Chloe knew that she loved being in his company, and if the idea of this video was to entice people, and to entertain, then no one could do a better job then that. Although, there was a certain succubus in their building Chloe decided would make a wonderful addition to the next video. Just not this one. Bo could play with the human girls, he didn't need the distraction of a demoness.

Already Chloe and her assistant had arranged several outfits for Bo. The three female models were already dressed in the first of their outfits, had their hair and make up done, and all that was left to do now was to have some wine and cigarettes while they waited for the star model to arrive. Of course, Bo had no idea what was in store for him. No matter, it involved her, and it involved other girls... Bo would be more than happy.

When: Late afternoon
Where: Towers
Who: Bo – Narrative

Bra...panties....weird tank top thing that looked like sort of a bra and panties and....how did that thing even go on? Bo lifted it up, twisting it this way and that, holding it up against him like that would make some sense of the strangely made Rubik clothing that he happened to stumble onto. Shrugging his shoulders it was tucked back into the drawer and he continued on with his rummaging. Shinny thing, ruffled thing, lacy thing that she never wore but really really should.

Squinting he turned his head this way and that way, trying to peer further into the bottomless pit of a drawer. That is until he heard the door open. Then he jumped about three feet in the air, slammed the drawer shut...on his hand....and blurted out in a rush 'I was just putting her clothes away!'

The servant girl looked at him as though he'd done lost his mind.

Bo just breathed a sigh of relief. Until the pain registered, then he was a bumbling mess of trying to get his hand free and shaking it around as though that was going to still the pain. It didn't. But it did knock over an expensive bottle of perfume that nearly sprayed him right in the eyes as it hit the table. Bo jumped back to evade the smelly attacking particles, narrowly missing the servant who was working to clean up the room. By that point he realized being still was a good thing. Still...and his red hand drawn up to his chest in a wounded fashion.

He was eyeballing the dresser like it was all it’s fault.

Scowling he wrapped his hand up in his shirt, vacating the room before the dresser decided to strike again. Little did the dresser know that Bo had one. A stolen artifact was now tucked under his shirt and Bo was slipping out of the room to go hide it. He couldn’t keep his stash in Chloe’s room, she’d surely find it and then he’d have nothing. No he hid it outside of the room…but even the apartment itself was too close. One of the other siblings might find it and then they’d give them all back to Chloe too. So no no that wouldn’t work. His stash had to be kept outside of the apartment all together.

Around the apartment complex was risky too but Bo knew lots of secrete places. He had plenty of time to explore. There was the basement and the room with all the wires and stuff that shocked him when he sniffed it. And there was the room with all the pipes, and a little shed up on the roof. And then there was the hole in the wall down in that room that was before the underground. But the rats liked to try to steal stuff when he hid it there. He’d chased one down once but they were tiny and could slip away too quick.

( Tip toeing away from the room he peeked down hallways... )