[Klaus finds the note on the bulletin board in Town Hall and squints in consideration of the task at hand. He hums thoughtfully and jots the address down on the back of his hand. He doesn't have much else to do, does he? And maybe he could find some fucking weed out there.
He leaves the building and heads down the street, fairly certain he had seen Stoker Park in his explorations earlier this week. Takes him a minute, and he definitely ended up turned around at first, but eventually he does wind his way down the proper street, glancing at house numbers as he passes by until he finds 818.
He trots up to the front door and gives a resounding knock. Wouldn't it be the worst if no one was home right now?]
Ellie checks the board now and then, though nothing really catches her eye other than that bullshit creepy writing until Eliot's note. Stoker Park. She can find that, sure.
So she shows up and just knocks on the door like it's totally fucking normal to just volunteer to go out into the woods with some dude she's never met. Of course she's both savvy and paranoid enough to be wary of the invitation, but she knows a lot about the woods. Or at least she knows how to survive in them, which seems to be sort of what Eliot is asking.
When he comes to answer the door, he'll find this slight, probably half-feral seeming girl on his porch looking like she's considering running off.
"Hey, uh. Are you Eliot? You wanted to go like fuck around in the woods looking for something, right?"
re: plant exploration
He leaves the building and heads down the street, fairly certain he had seen Stoker Park in his explorations earlier this week. Takes him a minute, and he definitely ended up turned around at first, but eventually he does wind his way down the proper street, glancing at house numbers as he passes by until he finds 818.
He trots up to the front door and gives a resounding knock. Wouldn't it be the worst if no one was home right now?]
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action; 818 Stoker Park
So she shows up and just knocks on the door like it's totally fucking normal to just volunteer to go out into the woods with some dude she's never met. Of course she's both savvy and paranoid enough to be wary of the invitation, but she knows a lot about the woods. Or at least she knows how to survive in them, which seems to be sort of what Eliot is asking.
When he comes to answer the door, he'll find this slight, probably half-feral seeming girl on his porch looking like she's considering running off.
"Hey, uh. Are you Eliot? You wanted to go like fuck around in the woods looking for something, right?"
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