9827/Seeking help from an Angel

Seeking help from an Angel
Date of Scene:	29 October 2019
Location:	Lobby, Hyperion Hotel
Synopsis:	Shannon and Triage pay a visit to Angel Investigations but come away empty-handed.
Cast of Characters:	Angel, Triage, Nightingale

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Angel has posed:
It's a little after dusk and Angel's settled at the desk. With Cordelia out of town, still, Angel's picking up the slack. Normally, Fred would do it , but with her being hurt, Angel's managing it..and....kittens. Lots of them. He's trying to fill in paperwork but every single move of his hand has a little adorably cute kitten nudging him. His normally neat and pristine handwriting is resembling a spider weaving its way through the big city with a pint of alcohol on each leg, then staggering throughh an ink and art shop. Angel forr the....he's lost count, but he sets a kitten on his lap. Better there thean across the desk. He's got one hand on the phone, in case it rings. It's bad when he's lost his room to kittens. Sure, they were Fred's, but right now, they got attached to him. So....

Angel cuts a dark and brooding figure. Which is to say, his normal posture. And his normal outfit, too, and no, kittens don't do much to lift his spirits. Sure, he's petting the one in his lap but it's more because he should, than he genuinely wants to. The kitten, on the other hand, is lapping up the attention.

Triage has posed:
A few days had passed with no word from the intrepid woman who literally took the heat from FoH twice. Chris decided to seek answers. In the afternoon, he filled the tank of his car and prepared for an adventure - a cruise to the address on the business card that was his only clue. He did not come alone. In the early evening, with the sun settling in its bed, he found the hotel and then a nearby spot to park.

After a short walk, he and another arrive at the door with the antique sign above it. Cautiously, he opens the door enough to peek inside. "Angel Investigations?" he asks to be sure.

Nightingale has posed:
     Indeed, Chris did not come on this trip alone. Riding shotgun was a young winged woman who was equally concerned. The trip to the address on the business card was a quiet one, with both in something of a pensive, more serious mood. On the short walk in to the hotel, Shannon murmurs something to Chris. "I really do hope we can figure out what's up with miss Burkle. It worries me that she left the hospital with no word where she could be found, if she was going to ask us for help." The young woman is dressed in a cream cotton poet's blouse, simple, light blue, straight-legged jeans, and worn white sneakers. There is an old, worn brown leather bag tied to her belt, with runes stamped on it in an eye-catching pattern, that bulges slightly at the bottom with its mysterious contents.

Angel has posed:
Angel was going to get up, but....adorable kittens meant that wasn't happening. He's pulling the impressive feat of brooding while surrounded by adorable levels of cuteness. Somehow. He could be in the midst of a rainbow and still brood. TO this end, Angel was brooding with kittens in his lap, on the desk, on the floor, and all around the lobby. And meandering over to the open door.

"Yes we're Angel Investigations. How can we help you?" Angel asks from behind the desk. Cordie really, really needs to come back soon. Or Fred, too.

Triage has posed:
Chris opens the door enough to step inside, and then notices several brave kittens scurrying toward the door. He kneels to set his quarterstaff on the floor and then reaches to stop the kittens before they can escape into a big and possibly very dangerous world. "Whoa there!" he says in a soft tone, chuckling. He looks up from the kittens to the desk and smiles. "We met recently in Salem, at the pizza shop. Chris." He looks behind him and nods. "Watch your step," he warns. Back to Angel, he adds, "You and I talked about Ms. Burkle? I wondered if you might have heard from her."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs softly as one of the kittens stops near her sneaker, a dapper little short-furred gentleman in a tux, with little white socks. She crouches down to offer the tip of one finger to the little guy to sniff, her eyes lighting right up and a wide smile spreading across her face as she is rewarded with a head-bonk. "Hey you... where do you think you're going?" She gently picks the intrepid, four-legged little adventurer and tucks him in the crook of one arm, gently scratching his ears as she brings him back towards the desk.

While talk of Ms. Burkle dims her smile just a touch, the mewing, purring little furball keeps her from being /too/ serious for the moment. She observes for now, till Angel sees fit to address her.

Angel has posed:
Angel shakes his head at Chris, "Ah, Chris. We met in the pizza joint. I do remember" he says and looks over the kittens...including the one Shannon's got. "I'd offer a hand, but...." he explains, finally giving up on paperwork. Kittens win out, as Angel runs fingers over two white ones that run across the desk to get to Chris and Shannon. "I've not heard anything, no. I've been a little....preoccupied" he admits, with a head tilt to the kitten Shannon's got. "By these kittens. They've moved in to the hotel. Please, take a seat if you'd like"

Translation: Be easier for kittens to get at you by sitting down. Share Angel's predicament.

Triage has posed:
Chris reaches behind him to close the door once Shannon has entered and before any adventurer escapes. He reclaims his staff and approaches the chairs before the desk. "You do have your hands full, sir," he comments, smiling. He glances to Shannon and then continues, "We've been worried. Ms. Burkle asked for our help and we were hoping that you might have some news." Again, he glances to Shannon and grins at the tuxedo kitten. "This is my friend, Shannon."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs softly as the little tuxedo kitten just snuggles right down into her arm and... kneads. "Hey... I'm not a pincushion, little guy." But those little eyes, that cute little pink nose, and that adorable little mew, well... she's just putty in the kitten's paws. And he knows it! She offers Angel a grateful smile, sitting down in one of the proffered chairs, only to find another kitten--a little grey tabby with short fur--starts crawling up one leg of her jeans.

But as she looks up to address Angel, her tone is a bit more serious. "We've been especially concerned given all that she's been through recently. I helped her both times, with Chris here also helping the second time. It worried us when we heard she left the hospital with no word as to where she might be headed."

Angel has posed:
Angel nods, "It's worried us too" he says and isn't going to step in and stop the kittens. Hopefully, they won't follow Chris or Shannon out the door. If they do though, Anggel's not about to stop them in the least. Nope. They could take the kittens. "We've heard nothing, and with Cordelia being out of town" Angel says quietly, almost with a brood level that can be /felt/, "We're in the dark, unfortunately. We'll help you out however" Angel adds looking to them both. He nods to them then the kittens.

Triage has posed:
Chris leans forward and sees two kittens scaling the legs of his jeans - the manx, struggling due to his lack of a tail that normally would provide balance, and the black cat. He grins. "Okay, you two," he says and scoops a kitten in each hand. settling them into his lap. The manx curls into a ball to sleep and the black kitten begins to play with Chris's hand. "Do you have any ideas about where she might go on her own? Unless others kidnapped her, we could start by checking her usual haunts," Chris suggests.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon opens her mouth to ask something, but then Chris steals the words right out of her mouth. She closes it and cracks a small smile, shaking her head slightly. This, however, makes her long, pale gold hair a tempting target for the little grey tabby that has now climbed into her lap, and has decided her hair would make a great toy. "You stole the words right out of my mouth, Chris."

Angel has posed:
Angel watches. He's almost cracking a smile. Almost, almost....and just sits back watching, having his lap kneaded by a calico plain kitten. "You're in one of her usual haunts.I was out of town when she got kidnapped, but the hotel isn't the most secure in the world" he admits grudgingly. "However.....Fred lives here, but she's not been back here while I'm here" Angel admits, sucking in a breath. Claws getting a little too close to Angel's.....ego. Yes. Ego, that works. He watches Shannon for a moment. "She just....left without telling you anything? THat's strange" Angel admits

Triage has posed:
Chris frowns and sighs when he sees dead ends ahead. "When we left her, she had planned to stay at the hospital. Cleary, she either left or someone took her." He shakes his head. "If you've checked all of the usual places where she would be, that leaves only the unusual. I don't want to think about what would happen if someone kidnapped her again."

Nightingale has posed:
     It seems the situation with Winifred just became a bit more urgent. Shannon's eyebrows furrow, her smile fading despite the cuteness crawling all over her and making her their fur-niture. She lets out a soft sigh, and purses her lips ever so slightly. "This is an ugly question to ask, and I do apologize... but can you think of anyone else who might have a beef with Ms. Burkle? Anything at all that could give us some idea of where to begin a search?" She leans over to whisper briefly to Chris.

Angel has posed:
Angel pauses and looks to them both. "Anyone who dislikes her in any way. I know that's a huge list. But" Angel admits, raising a palm. "It's a starting point. Scientific enemies, anyone who was involved with Sentinels, the FoH themselves." he says and looks over. Despite the cuteness, he is brooding. More than usual, though the dozen kittens are still winning. "Fred started a Youtube channel. Maybe there's clues there" he offers. Tech and Angel. Not a thing. He doesn't use Twitter. And he certainly isn't familiar with Youtube bar raking in money.

Triage has posed:
Chris glances to Shannon and then nods at her brief whisper. "We might not have vast resources on our own," he answers, waving hetween himself and Shannon before he returns his hand to the black cat. "But we help people, and we might be able to find others to help. If we do find her, or even information about her, we'll contact you." He bites his bottom lip and then adds, "She's brave. If we can help, we will."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and reluctantly begins the process of disentangling herself from the cadre of kittens, sighing softly. "Hey... I'm sorry, little guys, but who knows, maybe we'll be back, hmm?" She glances up at Angel, her voice and expression gone quite solemn, more serious than a girl of her age should be able to muster. "I've seen very few as gutsy as she is. She's given a lot to help others. Very nearly the ultimate sacrifice. If we can find help for her, we will do our level best. We could do no less, for all she's done."

Angel has posed:
Angel nods to Shannon then Chris. "She's gutsy and brave" he says, hte kittens not wanting either of them to go. "If you'd like to take them with you?" Angel offers. He's not giving away kittens (yet). Angel nods. "Fred is brave, and she's gutsy and somebody people look up to" Angel says softly. There's emotion in his voice. Concern for Fred. Looking to the kittens, Angel looks then back to Chris and Shannon. "We'll get Fred back here. Would you like to stay here?" he asks and gestures around.

Triage has posed:
Chris sighs and gently lifts the kittens, one at a time, from his lap and sets the on the floor. Black Cat scampers to play with the others. Manx remains asleep. Chris stands and turns to place the kitten in the now warm chair. He shakes his head. "Thank you, but we should go. We have some contacts who should know about the situation. They might be able to help with finding her. As I said, if we find her, we'll contact you." He bends again to pluck his staff from the floor, and then looks to Shannon. "Are you ready?" he asks.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon reluctantly disengages herself from her erstwhile little furry buddy and nods, gently setting the little tuxedo and grey tabby kittens down on the desk where they can go back to playing with Angel. "I do wish we could take them with us, but unfortunately the living situation won't allow for it." There is genuine regret in her voice, and she gets a little bit misty-eyed. Smitten with kittens? Who knows! "It was a pleasure meeting you, Angel. We'll see if there's anything that can be done." Nodding to Chris, she turns to follow, keeping her sweeping white wings tucked in tightly against her back, to present less of a target to little paws--and claws.