>>6071600>rolled Ao3 48 without Night bonus>bare fail>+30 night bonus>Supposed to be Special Success at 78+ >Downgraded to Success>No BIG lewts, but also not bustedUsing a long piece of tin binding wire you make a long pokeypoke with a hook on the end. Put it through a teeny crack between the panes, do a little guess fishing, and oopsie-ya: hooklock's done. Before anything else, tie a string in a knot with two tails around the hooklock. Gumlick taught you this (before the Goblinslayer gibbed him), called it the TwoTail Ratt: one's the guidy tail, one's the loosey tail. If there's time on your way out you can put the hooklock back from the outside with the guidy tail, then loose the knot once the with the loosey tail, leave everyone inside scratching their noggs.
There's two full shelves of books along one wall, and one longer deeper one on the other with just...stuffs. You're not sure they're Holy Moly stuffs, but they might be: they're all quite big pieces, two (goblin) handfuls or larger each, either of made good material or with finicky details, or both.
All labeled too; handwritten paste paper.
There's a big tarp on the floor where they've been sorted out; nothing much left on it but plastry dust and masonry bits. Looks like the workers have been sorting everything of interest from the put and passing it on to the Sissy. He's just sorted out the last big lot, so there's nothing for you to nick apart from a few of the larger pieces from a pile of discards, half a (goblin) handful apiece, mostly crockware.
The books are neat and packed on the shelves; the Sissy's neat, or maybe he hasn't the time for books right now. The writing desk is mostly empty, just fresh stationery. He hasn't been writing anything, probably because of the hand. Again, that leaves you with nothing for you to nick unnoticed. Drat.
From the paper bin next to the writing desk you pick out a couple of imperfect frottages (rubbings of rough surfaces using pencil, coal or crayon on paper or cloth) and wrap your crockware bits in them.
Seafood gon see.
You close the window and hooklock behind you. Safe.
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Only when youre out on the grass again and looking back at the two blocks when you feel a twitch in your nose. Something's off. Don't feel right.
You lay flat in an overgrown grass patch within sight of the <span class="mu-b">Church</span> and try to figg out what it is.
Five floors in Ш, four in Ͳ. So what? Who knows what Humies thinking when they build?
But Ͳ is higher? A little bit? Again, so what? So what...
You get up, get padding. You look at the windows from outside, then from inside at each floor. They are bigger and lower (your shoulderheight) on level 3 and 4, smaller and higher on 1 and 2 (over your brow). Interdasting!
You count the steps on the stairs: 22 from 1 to 2, 33 from 2 to 3, 20 from 3 to 4!
You rappel down from window ledge to window ledge and rap at the bricks. Can't tell for sure, but you strongly suspect a big cubby between 2 and 3 of Ͳ!
