10427/To Rescue a Warrior: Warrior Joe

To Rescue a Warrior: Warrior Joe
Date of Scene:	14 December 2019
Location:	Palasade Apartments, Bushwick, NYC
Synopsis:	TO RESCUE WARRIOR JOE, Alexis Carr takes Sam, Chris, Theresa Cassidy and Shannon to the Palasade apartment building run by the extremely foul Othello Iiro, who has nothing good to say about his tennants as he runs a slum specifically meant for mutants to survive in. Invoking Matt Murdock and the police don't help, so Sam resorts to not taking insults to Alexis and Shannon sitting down, and as Sam and Alexis retreive Warrior Joe (an aged alley cat who adopted Alexis), Chris and Shannon encounter another resident of the mutant-occupied building and make sure there are plenty of ways to get in touch with the group should they need help.
Cast of Characters:	Prismatic, Cannonball, Triage, Nightingale, Siryn

---

Prismatic has posed:
    Upon the news that the elderly feline dubbed 'Warrior Joe' by Allegra Caradenza was in danger, should the uncouth and unscroupulous building owner OTHELLO IIRO.

    The building itself, like most in Bushwick, is run-down, cracked concrete fascade and missing sections of brick and ironwork rusted long beyond what should be safe. The whole building is probably loaded with abestos and lead paint, not to mention the roaches the size of Shannon.

    Our intrepid rescuers end up pulling the brown station wagon up on street parking marked for LOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY with someone's home-made sign.

    The Palasade Apartment Building had a window that's been repaired on the front, visible from a dip where the apartment within might have had a coal-fire boiler at one point; the coal hatch was shoddily sealed. It's probably drafty as anything.

    And it's into this building that Alexis, wearing a borrowed sweatshirt, was entering, keys in hand.

    "I don't really have too much in the way of stuff, so this should be an in-an-out job."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie walks around from the drivers seat, and grabs a stack of four totes, and lids from the back of the wagon. He will motion for the other two to follow the lady as he plans on bringing up the rear. "I got these, think most of the stuff will fit in here but the piano."

Triage has posed:
"I doubt that carrying things will be our big problem," Chris comments while he climbs from the station wagon. "The landlord, on the other hand, might be an issue if he's like some that I've known. They tend to want their full share, and yours too, if they can get it."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon follows on along behind Alexis, in her jeans, white t-shirt, and sneakers, her hair completely tied back--even the little blue braid is kept out of the way. This is no time for any attempt at looking good, this is helping out family. She's smirking--yes, smirking--and chuckling to herself. "Is it wrong," she asks. "...if it feels good to be sticking it to your landlord like this, by getting Warrior Joe out of here?"

Prismatic has posed:
    "To be honest I'm half tempted to let the gentleman in question just keep the cash." Alexis draws the group through the doors, and down to the right, where there was another doorway, and some old, rickety stairs.

    Thankfully, her apartment was that one right in the front, and as she opened it up, Chris and Shannon get to see just how she lived.

    There was the coal door, and the window that Sam had repaired and set with a cat flap, which was currently closed. The boiler, now gas powered was buzzing away to help heat the rest of the building but the room was somewhere around eighty degrees and uncomfortably humid. There was some sort of mold growing on the wall to the left. A worktable to the right had an air mattress set up on it, along with a milk crate of non-perishable foods like powdered milk, ramen and a gallon of water. There was, indeed, an upright piano in the back, partially re-assembled, but at least the top was closed where the saddest cardboard-cut-out 'origami' Christmas Tree was sitting, with small boxes marked in someone's careful script 'SAM', 'SHANNON', 'ANDREA', wrapped in brown butcher paper and secured with off-color lace strips.

    However, Warrior Joe's bed was empty!

    "Joe? Joooe? kitty kitty?" Alexis calls out, and hops over to kneel on the work table and open the cat flap.
    (Inspiration picture: )

Triage has posed:
Chris nods and follows Alexis through the grimy building to her apartment. "I understand," he answers. "You don't want any trouble. Still, from the look of things, this guy hasn't worried about the welfare of tenants." When they arrive at the door, he pauses, glancing over the scene, and frowns. When Alexis begins to search for the cat, his eyes narrow, a sign to those who might know that he is attuning his senses to seek signs of life, particularly a feline life.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances around the apartment, her brows furrowing--and her fists balling at her sides in anger. Her wings ruffle and begin to spread open wide for just a few moments. "How... dare he. The sooner we get you and Warrior Joe out of here for good, the better. And honestly? I'd consider trying to get your money back, just to hit the son of a gun where he lives. He sure doesn't seem to use the funds to help his tenants."

It takes several deep breaths before she can fold her wings behind her once again, and relax her hands. Glancing over to Chris, she sees the look and knows it well. Briefly, she touches his arm. "May I see how you do that?" Wondering, perhaps, if it's related to his--and possibly her own--healing gifts somehow.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the rom with his totes and sets them down where things can be loaded into them. He will look around, and moves to check the cat flap, seeing it is has been locked down or if it just closed. He will make little clicking noises to call the cat if it is nearby.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Well, Xavier's can't possibly take in every mutant who needs housing, and quite frankly there's some I wouldn't trust near the students with a forty foot pole." Alexis states, looking at the flap and doing the 'pssp pssp pssp --" as Sam takes a look.

    There are... a lot of life signs. A lot of feline life signs. A lot of rats. A particularly bold cockroach skitters accross the floor and towards Shannon's shoes.

    "He... he'll turn up. He'll be wanting dinner." Alexis states quietly, looking up at the ceiling.

    "Might be that he's closer than you think, Shannon. He lives on the next floor up. One of those pipes comes from his bathroom. Only one in the whole building who has a private privvy -- so... ah... if you do have to go--" she trails off as she pulls her laundry basket and just puts the whole thing in a tote. Followed by a couple of what look like picture frames wrapped in cloth "... might want to wait until we get near a McDonald's."

Triage has posed:
"You're right," Chris admits. "We can't save the world, but we can do our part to brighten our little corners of it." He continues to peer into the shadows, knowing that a cat, particularly an older one, might prefer to hide and assess the potential threat of strangers. He over his shoulder to Shannon and nods his consent to her. "It's an extension to the diagnostic sense," he explains. "It's the fundamental level, sensing organics." He squats slowly and extends his left hand, palm upturned, in invitation to the cat. "We're friends," he murmurs. "We won't hurt you."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, and closes her eyes as she does when assessing an injury. Sure enough, it does indeed seem an extension of that sense, although to her, each life force is less distinct, as if she were a newborn looking at the world for the first time. Each one seems to blur into the next, and it's only when she opens her eyes to look at the physical that some of them make sense. She smiles, seeing the older cat, crouching down. As for the cockroach near her shoes? She nudges it away, not interested in killing it if she didn't have to.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look over to Joe's food and water dishes to see if there has been activity there. He props the window flap open and will move to start seperating the totes and help Alexis pack things. "So decided if we are going to try to get the piano?" He trys not to worry about the cat giving him a chance to come around

Prismatic has posed:
    Unfortunately, there was no sign of Warrior Joe, not yet. Alexis is busy beneath the work table, a box containing some ballet shoes comes out, along with a music stand and some old folios. "I don't think there's room for it inthe station wagon, but really, no big loss. It was something for me to do on days where it was too rainy to take the violin or the guitar out." Alexis states.

    Chris and Shannon might sense the forboding figure before they see him, but they might smell him before they can even sense him!

    He positively reeks of cheap cologne, Eau de Ew if you will, with the underlying acrid scent of aging body odor something between rotting bleu cheese and really, really bad whiskey. He has an approximation of a porn-stash, is wearing to many gold chains, thick boots, jeans that no longer fit over his growing gut and must be belted beneath it, and a stained polo shirt.

    "Ha! Thought you could go about stealin' /MY/ poperty, eh Alexa?"

    Enter: Othello Iiro.

Triage has posed:
Even before anyone sees the villain du jure, his pungent odors cause Chris's nose to wrinkle. "Company," he warns. Having failed to coax Joe out of hiding, he eases from his crouching position to his stand, and glances to Shannon. "Mind the wings," he murmurs to her.

Nightingale has posed:
     Minding the wings was easier said than done, especially when Shannon got her dander up. She taps her inducer very quickly to hide them, hoping that perhaps the landlord had not spotted them. However, those who knew her and had seen her angry before, knew better than to get behind her if they didn't want a faceful of invisible wing!

     Drawing herself to her full height, she pins the landlord with a look that brooked zero opposition, she keeps her hands at her sides. Her tone is deadly calm, though her friends might detect the undertones of rage. "And what property is that? Hmm?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and stands up. He sighs a bit and says "Shan, keep it in check." He wants to grab the man and shake him, but he knows this will not help. "She is paid up on the rent, you aint got any claim to her possessions.

Siryn has posed:
*Spritz* *Spritz* *SPRRTTZZZ*

From behind the landlord a single hand raises weilding a bottle of Febreeze air freshener which is squeezed liberally. It's really not hard to realize it's Terri once her red head of hair comes into view from leaning just to the side around the smelly man. A single eyebrow raised to fix his back with a look of complete disdain. "Thought something smelled rotten. So," she pipes up glanccing to the students and staff already in the room. "Do we need a police officer? I can get my father on the phone."

Actually he probably wouldn't answer but it was a good solid bluff none the less.

Prismatic has posed:
    "The notice hasn't been served yet, and I still have the opportunity to retreive my possessions. As you can see, I have a few friends to help me move my belongings--" she begins, as Theresa shows up with Febreeze. The dark-haired assistant raises her eyebrows, her lips pursing as the short-statured woman watches Cassidy come up from behind.

    "if you do call up the cops, you think they're gonna come all post-haste for a bunch of mutants livin' in my building? Naaaaaaah." he waves his hand, apparently unbothered by the febreeze -- other than giving a very phlegmy cough and a sneeze. Green gobs cling to the door frame. "An', Cornbread, that would be everything from the clothes she's stuffing in that box, to that basket, to the books, to all those pretty silky things she kept hidden behind the piano. After all, she broke her lease. Unlicenced and unapproved repairs and alterations, abandoning her apartment and not showin' back up for daays, she was late on the rent for the last three m onths and she let that mangey fleafest in here. I'm gonna hafta fumegate. Again. You know how much that costs, girls?" he gives a sniff of disdain.

Triage has posed:
Chris looks from the landlord to Alexis and back to the landlord. "Does the contract really have a clause requiring tenants to be in their apartments?" he challenges. "It seems rather unlikely." He shakes his head. "Few landlords really care about such things as long as tenants pay the rent on time, and from what I understand, she's been scrupulous about that. Also, if you have a policy against pets, I'm sure that it also would be in the lease. The law requires /all/ conditions to be enumerated."

Nightingale has posed:
     "I expect you have a copy of the lease on hand, sir?" Again, Shannon's tone is still deadly calm. She's heeding Sam's injunction to keep it in check, and right now, this is about as close as she can get. "As scrupulous as you seem to be about the tenant's alleged obligations, surely you would have a copy handy for just such a situation? Besides..." Now, she seems to get particular relish from this, as she glances at Sam for confirmation. "It might be interesting to let the law have a look at the lease, too."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the other man, and says "Well, you can call your lawyers and we can call Mr. Murdock, perhaps you have heard of him. He and Mr. Nelson opened up there second office just down the street a bit." He looks over to Theresa, and says "When your dad gets here he may want to talk to the other tennants as well. I am sure if Mr Murdock is taking this to court, he will want to make it a class lawsuit." He looks over and says "Mr. Iiro, have you heard about any of the other fine cases where landlord have been sued by their tennants, Ah do not believe it goes well for the landlords, with the pictures and recordings of the conditions of such a place, and the amount you charge may make it worse.

Siryn has posed:
"Well look at it this way," Terri says with a shrug as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Either the police are gonna come out here and find out you've been abusing tenant laws, or they *aren't* going to come out here... and you're rather out numbered at the moment, aren't you? So why don't you let us clean out her stuff and we'll be gone before you know it."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Your guess is as good as mine, Chris." Alexis admits in a soft voice. "I've never seen a physical agreement in the months I've been living here." Alexis's ears are starting to get a rather angry red. It's spreading down to her cheeks.

    Embarrassed that everyone was sticking up for her. Embarrassed that he had gone through her clothing.

    And there was still one thing so wrong with this.

    "Well. Mr. Murdock can take a copy of the lease I provide for all my tenants and see where it states that you can't have someone come through and change the windows, where you can't have pets, where you can't have more than three people in an apartment, and where you need thirty days notice to move. So, like I said, I rent to mutants, who else wants to? Can't keep jobs. Can't control themselves, in Bushwick? Almost worse than the roaches. Always someone who's willing to rent an apartment at Palasade."

    Othello Iiro just gives a smile so full of filth and cigarette tar that it seems to drip from his mustache.

    "Now I'm gonna ask you kids to leave my property -- except Alexa. She an' I can surely come to /some/ agreement..." he trails off, and eyeballs Shannon. "Maybe Blondie too, might get her deposit back even." he licks his lips a moment, rubbing at his stubbly, pockmarked chin.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will control himself at the mutants comment, and even when he compares them to roaches, but at the last bit, yea Sam steps in and it is a right to the stinky man's jaw, hard and fast. He will step over him, and squat down over him, and looks him in the area. "No slum lords like you are the pieces of shit." He grabs the man's shirt and says "One's my girl the other is my kid sister, so tell me why I should leave you a grease spot on the floor and make this world a whole lot better place.

Triage has posed:
Chris takes a breath and releases it slowly when the landlord answers. Then Sam charges across the room and decks Iiro, and towers like a threatening cloud over the landlord. Chris steps toward the fallen man and adds, "The lady says that she never signed a lease. Unless you have proof that she did, you have no ground, no case that would hold in court. We, on the other hand, have proof that you're mismanaging this property." He shows his phone's screen to the landlord, being sure to keep it out of the man's reach.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just allows herself a small, very satisfied smile as the gentlemen step in, crossing her arms over her chest. "Unless you have a copy of the lease you can produce here and now, it sounds like you're holding a losing hand. Plus, you just attempted to coerce not only an adult into improper relations, but a sixteen-year-old as well." She lets that sink in, her smile widening. Glancing back at Theresa, she lofts her eyebrows. "What would your father say about that, do you think? Or Mr. Murdock, even?"

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy crosses her arms over her chest with a smirk of amusement as she watches Sam take the guy down. He just did what she was itching to do herself, but had held back for the sake of *trying* to do things by the book. She had enough trouble with the law even if she was related to it in a way. "A pedophile, in New York? Oh, he'd be eaten alive his first night in jail. If he even makes it that far."

Prismatic has posed:
    Othello goes down like a sack of potatoes as the right fist connects to his jaw, and he scrambles backwards, into the hall. A couple of the other doors in the basement crack open as Iiro gets a little retrobution served to him, sliding out into the hallway.

    He coughs. "YOU CRETIN! You little jerkoff! You cracked my JAW." he snarls, and then Sam's looming over him

    And his shirt's grabbed, and he's pulled up by Sam, and he looks to Alexis, and then to Shannon, and then to Chris.

    "... fine. Take the dumb shit. I'll write you a check for the deposit amount an' last month's rent." he spits to the side, green globs and reddish puss.

    Alexis pushes the heavy tote of books, tapping Shannon on her shoulder, carefully manuvering around invisible wings before she also comes up, shorter than everyone else, and she leans over.

    "And there's one other bit of business, Mr. Iiro. Where. Is. The. Warrior."

Triage has posed:
Chris shakes his head. "Tell the lady where Warrior Joe is. We'll get him and take all of her belongings," he tells Othello. "Then, before we leave, I'll heal your jaw. You don't deserve it, but that might be the best reason for it, to remind you that we're better than you."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon steps up next to Chris, staring down the troublesome landlord. She's dead silent for several moments, as if debating whether or not to say anything at all. But then, she rests her hand on Chris' arm and shakes her head. "You'll need to drive. But you can help me when we get back."

     Glancing back to the landlord, she just allows herself a small smile. "After propositioning Alexis and then me, on top of treating her badly while she was still your tenant, I shouldn't do this. But we are better than you. Perhaps you'll remember this when it counts the most."

     With her free hand, she reaches up and rests her palm gingerly along the man's jaw, keeping her other on Chris' arm. She nods once to alert him to her intent, and then begins to reach out with her gift. First, to assess the man's injury. Like with her compatriot's gift, there is that tendril of energy, a bit more tentative, but still of the same sort that Chris himself uses. However, when the connection to injured tissue is made, instead of becoming like an instrument in a surgeon's hands, there is a direct connection linking her to the landlord. A soft hiss escapes her as her own life energy displaces his to heal the wound, but that which was damaged finds its way back through the connection to her. Where before the landlord's jaw was cracked, and swelling, now hers is instead. When the healing is complete, she draws her hand away, and steps back.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks ready to break the jaw again, and says "Tell us where Joe is and he better be ok, and just so you know before you try pulling this on anyone else. I will be letting five of your other tenants know how to contact me, and if you ever pull this shit again Ah will be back, do you understand me?" He looks dead into the other man's eyes making sure the man knows he is sincere. Sam will step out of the way for now.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Th-that damn cat?" Iiro says as he struggles beneath them all, the swelling in his jaw going down as Shannon heals wound, and he givs a startled sound, touching his jaw, then looks to Chris, to Sam, and he gives a sigh as he stands and gives a mutter as he pats down his pants, and pulls a wad of cash. It's all hundreds. He peels off several, a thumb's thickness worth, and does not hand it to Alexis, but to Sam.

    "That's more than what was put down for deposit and month's rent." he states, and turns to go climb the stairs.

    "Buy your girl a new pet. Maintence threw him down the chute before you guys got here."

    "N-No. /No/." Alexis whispers, and she turns, her smaller form pushing Iiro to the side as she shoots up the stairs as fast as her legs can carry her.

    There is small voice then, thin as old paper:

    "Do you mean that? If he treats us wrong, you four will be back?" comes out from one of the slightly opened doors.

Triage has posed:
Chris swaps places with Shannon, silently consenting to her offer to take the landlord's injury now. He glances to the doorway where the frail voice seeks assurance. He nods. "Call us," he urges. "We'll be back." Then the landlord delivers the bad news. Chris frowns. He glances to Sam and then steps through the door, calling to Alexis, "If he's still alive, bring him back here!"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon gingerly touches her jaw, and pins the landlord with a look that should have him withering into a heap there on the ground. "I feel very sorry for you," she says, her words a bit muffled from her speaking around the swelling in her jaw. "Hopefully you'll learn from this to treat others better than you have." She heads out to help Alexis in her search for Warrior Joe--two pairs of eyes are better than one.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie moves to follow Alexis. he may step on the landlord. He is moving to follow the woman he loves, he is says a quick prayer in his head that the cat is ok. He lets Alexis lead as she is the one who knows where to go.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis isn't typically the praying sort. She had a bit of a falling out with the saints, as it were, but when she busts from the front door and books it to the alleyway between buildings, she leaps up the side of the dumpster, bracing her legs as she flips the top open. The smell of cold garbage errupts -- which is much better than the smell of hot garbage.

    There is the most pathetic, weak 'miiow' sound from within.

    The figure with glowing eyes peers a little closer at Chris. A kid with an obvious mutation.

    "... are you all angels?" she asks, looking to Chris.

    By now, Iiro is long gone, retreating far and away from the mutants who have *humilited* him, and frantically looking up just who his damn lawyer was.

Triage has posed:
Chris remains for a moment, glaring at the fleeing landlord. "Pray that he's alive!" he calls after the coward. "If you already killed him, pray for yourself!" Then he looks to the child and smiles. Kneeling to the kid's level, he shrugs. "We're human like you, but now you shouldn't be so frightened." He extends his hand. "I'm Chris. You should be safe, for a while at least. If he causes more trouble, call us and we'll be back to help."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles as she hears the miaou from the dumpster, and steps back, letting Sam and Alexis have this moment of reunion to their little family to themselves. There would be plenty of time to meet Warrior Joe later on. In the meantime, she had better get back inside and make sure that matters were all on the up and up with the landlord. However, when she slips back through the door to Alexis' old apartment, instead of finding the landlord there, she finds Chris and the small child. Her smile is warm, insofar as a busted jaw will allow, but her eyes do the smiling as well, glancing back between Chris and the young one. "Well, hello there!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will pull his coat off and bundles it up so Alexis can wrap Joe up in. "Lets get him back to Chris, he will make sure he is ok, and get him back up and kicking butt." He will hold the lid to make sure she can get Joe with hte least problems.

Prismatic has posed:
    Joe was in a trashbag. There were clawmarks in the trashbag, and when Alexis frees the cat from the bag, the orange-and-white cat leaps at her, and clings to her sweatshirt. He doesn't look too worse for wear, but immediately starts purring and grinding his scarred-up face against Alexis's chest.

    "I'm so sorry, Joe, I'm o sorry. You're all right little one, we're going home now." she whispers gently to the cat.

    
    The door doesn't open any more, mostly because the chain is higher than the kid could reach. Her head tilts. "Nah-uh. I see her wings." the kid states, and then looks inside a moment, then the door mostly closes. A minute later, there's a hand holding four candy canes out to the two.

    "Merry Christmas!"

Triage has posed:
Chris grins when Shannon returns and the child offers the candy canes. "Merry Christmas to you, too, and to your family," he replies. He takes the treats and then fishes in his pocket. He offers a small card with a telephone number on it. "Give this to your parents. Tell them to call us if you have other trouble." Then he stands and looks to Shannon. "Did they find him?" he asks.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles at Chris. "They did. They needed a moment, I think." Her grin, as she looks to the wee one, is a bit lopsided, and she winks at him, clasping her hands together in front of her, hiding her inducer. "Well, heck, you saw right through the magic, kiddo."

And, just like that, her wings appear behind her again, and she crouches down near the child. She extends her wings outwards to where the young one can look at them a bit better if he likes. The candy canes are accepted happily, and a hug is offered. "Merry Christmas to you too. Who do we get to thank for this treat?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will wrap an arm around Alexis, and says "Lets get inside, and get things packed up, I need to give a few people my card before we leave." He will tell her. He does reach over to give Joe a bit of scritching as Alexis holds him.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Santa. Lexa said he dropped them off at her room by mistake. We even traded trees 'cause her room's so little. I /knew/ you'd come back for her." the kid glances back, card in hand.

    "Mama's asleep, but I'll let her know in the morning." the kid states, "When you get back, say hello to my gramma for me!"

    And the kid yawns, and closes the door. The other doors all close one by one as well, with no more to see down there.

    Alexis gives a nod to Sam, and zipping his jacket over her to keep Warrior Joe warm, she turns to walk back into the apartment building.

    "Good News. Takes more than a plastic bag to take down Warrior Joe." Alexis states on her way downstairs, and Shannon and Chris might just be greeted with the ugliest feline face. Scarred up, snaggle-toothed, missing one ear, a couple of swelling bumps on his head but happily purring, just his head sticking out from Sam's borrowed jacket. Alexis has her arms crossed underneath his weight to keep him calm.

    "Ah, Shannon, if you grab the tote of clothing and the tree, Sam, the books, and Chris, there is a box of cat food and toys. I dare say, this has been more excitement than the bottom floor has seen ever."

Triage has posed:
While the child slips behind the closing door, Chris looks to Shannon and grins. He shifts his attention to Sam and Alexis, and the grin remains. "A happy reunion, then?" he guesses. He nods and ducks into the apartment to find the items. He returns with the food and toys in a cardboard box. "We might get a few calls in the near future," he warns Sam. Then he looks to Alexis and recommends, "We should see if we can do anything for them, and check on them occasionally in case their caretaker loses interest in being charitable. Also, we should come back for that piano."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles softly as the little one leaves, passing one of the candy canes to Sam, and her other one to Alexis, the better to leave her hands free for gathering up the tree and the tote of clothing. The sight of that ugly old mug has her eyes twinkling, and she laughs. "Well, hello there, Joe."

Nodding to Chris, and adds, "We'll need to get a little help for that. And soon. I have a feeling that if the landlord didn't hesitate to do what he did to Joe, he won't even think twice about disposing of the piano the minute our backs are turned."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will put the candy cane behind his ear to make it easier to carry, and says "Good gave out the number , thinking might have to give Murdock a call even without Alexis living here. He does make sure everything he was supposed to get is piled up, and says "Let me get this out and will come back sure we aint forgetting anything hon." He heads to carry the totr out to the car.

Prismatic has posed:
    It only takes one-and-a-half trips to get everything needed to the station wagon. Othello Iiro doesn't come back out, and the entire ride hope, Warrior Joe, mostly-missing tail, missing ear, bald patches and all, gets to sleep in laps, purring all the way to the mansion.