Who: Emorie Tilden What: Arriving in town When: February 19, 2010, mid-evening, backdated Where: in town. Why: Because everyone has to arrive for their plots to start Status: Closed, Complete, narrative.
She turned the key turning off the car - having pulled into a space in front of the building. She'd been planning this for the last three weeks, and it was easier to have a place lined up than rent hotels for who knew how long. Pulling her army duffle out of the backseat, Emorie looked up at the building. It was... quaint. Pretty nice. She could have done a lot worse for what she was paying. She'd learned that if you were going to be in a place for more than a week that it was just better to find a place. She'd spent the last two months out in New Mexico, but now? She was in Georgia, a little bit closer to home and a lot more accessable than her last stop had been. The last tip she'd had on Xavier had been from Georgia. But that had been from an unreliable source and she didn't take it seriously at the time. All the weird happenings made it stand out as a place of interest, so she'd taken the opportunity. It helped a little that she had some family in the area. Distant or not it was something. Even if they hadn't talked in year and realizing they were both in the same town had been kind of accidental.
She hiked the bag on her shoulder, looking up at the front door before walking to it and getting the keys out. The rent had been paid already - using her Alison Palmer id. She'd be going by it while she was here... at least as anyone else knew. Weird things were happening all over this town. Missing people, strange occurances. She'd checked with her contacts - with Rufus, but he didn't know anything specific. And that mean that she had to check it out.
The apartment wasn't much. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, a hallway and a decently sized living area. It was a lot nicer than her single bedroom in New Mexico had been, she wasn't about to complain. Especially not for the price she was paying. She set to unpacking, having found - thanks to help - a garage that happened to need another hand.
Emorie salted the windows and dealt wioth the devil's traps first, done in a washable material so that she didn't have to lose her security deposit later. The work took a couple of hours but in the end it was better to be safe than extremely sorry. She glanced at the bed - she had a few things to pick up (at least the bed had sheets but she wasn't likely to use them) and then? Well after she finally made contact? She would hit the bars.