>>6320697So with all discrete options exhausted, you knock on the door.
*tang tang tang*
<Miss Beefwood, are you there?> You test the waters with a direct mental ping to the thing at its doorstep. There's a spasm of movement and a flash of bare skin just barely out of view as the thing pulls itself further into the cold, cold darkness beyond the metal doors.
"Aaah... Who..? A Psssychic..?" The hushed voice of a woman on the other side comes through, cautiously, carefully, curiously. Every word comes with a rushed breath. Her breathing comes in ragged rasping breathes, unsteady and constant, like she's exhausted beyond relief or on the verge of panicking. Something sharp is dragged against concrete and you recoil at the painful sound.
<I'm not uh, Psychic anymore,> you fumble for the words. <Look Miss, I'll be straight up with you. You owe us money. Give us the dosh or they'll put you into a world of hurt.> Fuck, you're not thinking straight. Maybe you should have asked how much. A number would sound a lot tougher.
"Don't... Come... Come in... I'm not des-s-scent... Nothing fitss anymore... I c-can't do... anything..."
Even though you're here to beat the crap out of her for her money, you can't help but ask <Are you alright, Miss?>
"I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry... Please let me t-t-t... Everything... Is so... so, so, so upsssset... I ordered g-gr-gro-food but I have no money... I had to... Eat... Everything hurtsssss..."
It's clear she's extremely distraught.
"Oi, oi, oi, what's the situation in there?"
"Pleassse... don't let... anyone in. Stay... I beg you... I have to... g-go and d-drink..."
You think about what Dan would do in this situation. You defer to your master:
<Dan.>
"Garcian."
<There's a 9 foot tall naked woman inside the house.> There's a brief but instantly recognizable flash of lust from your buddy, but you don't laugh this time and clarify, <Dan, there's something seriously wrong with her. You're going to get your face eaten if you try and tap that. She's seriously amped up in there. I think she's on something. Fuck, man. I think she's tweaking.>
Dan just stands there for a moment, with inscrutable expression and mind, then does the most Dan thing he can do and turns to his new boss:
"Garcian says there's a monster crackhead squatting in your apartment, Foster."
"Goddamn it!" The mystery man slaps his mask and furiously points with his length of broken pipe. "I'm getting real sick of being forced to chase out BLACKFELLAS and METH BOGANS from my property. Mr. Roster, back me up here."
You let out a resonsant hiss. Things are escalating again and oh boy, you're starting to feel that pre-fight agitation scratching inside you again. You put your hands together and call for a time out. <Woah, woah, hey, hey, pump the fucking breaks, you idiots. I didn't say of that.>
