It is about 60F(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Panama and Sidney/span>/span(Your target discovers a cursed object in an antique shop that begins warping reality around them in increasingly dangerous ways until they can figure out how to break its hold.)

Roaming in an antique shop is a dusty business, and often enough one has to go through much junk in order to find a treasure. Of course, one person’s garbage is another one’s treasure – that is how these places can keep their business alive, after all. It is into one of those dustier corners that Adelaide steps in – a section of the antiques’ shop that might hidden or just unaccessible enough that it does not seem to have had much visits lately. Will Adelaide find something interesting there?

Adelaide has a kitten in one hand while the other hand freely touches any nearby items that catch her fancy, getting a feel for them before she places them back, roaming aimlessly through the shop in search of something interesting to bring back to hers – or maybe something cursed? Carrow’s House of Heirlooms was officially opened as of the day before, but that doesn’t mean she can’t look for newer objects to bring back for sale. The ferocious Lady Gloaming is half-napping and half-chewing on her finger whenever whenever she gets a burst of energy, content to remain in her palm.

This shop is a lot less curated than Adelaide’s House of Heirlooms – here there are many things that will not be considered heirlooms by anyone, others that lack any sort of context – like that vial with an yellowish liquid inside – who will ever even know what it is? But, crammed as the place is, there’s space for all kinds of things, including possibly interesting addictions to Adelaide’s House of Heirlooms. Of course Adelaide has an eye for these things – enough to not give a fig about that pile of CDs or DVDs out of their boxes and probably scratched, but loosing enough time to appreciate what at first glance seemed like an ugly necklace. It is as she approaches this necklace that she feels it might be cursed – maybe Adelaide ought to hold it and take a better look. someone

This shop is a lot less curated than Adelaide’s House of Heirlooms – here there are many things that will not be considered heirlooms by anyone, others that lack any sort of context – like that vial with an yellowish liquid inside – who will ever even know what it is? But, crammed as the place is, there’s space for all kinds of things, including possibly interesting addictions to Adelaide’s House of Heirlooms. Of course Adelaide has an eye for these things – enough to not give a fig about that pile of CDs or DVDs out of their boxes and probably scratched, but loosing enough time to appreciate what at first glance seemed like an ugly necklace. It is as she approaches this necklace that she feels it might be cursed – maybe Adelaide ought to hold it and take a better look.

Adelaide uses a tiny black kitten: A tiny black kitten launches herself at something much larger than herself with absolute fearlessness, her yellow eyes wide with the thrill of adventure.

Adelaide definitely doesn’t want to find out what strange yellow definitely-not-piss liquid is inside that vial over there. She gives it a wide berth, even if she’s not squeamish by any means, and moves over to darker corners of the room where something might suit her – and Lady Gloaming – better. The kitten approves, apparently, perking up as the necklace is brought closer and held in Adelaide’s hand, a curious tilt of her head following. “How interesting.”

Lady Gloaming approaches her face to sniff the necklace, then suddenly freezes up, startled. A moment later the kitten hisses and struggles, trying to jump off Adelaide’s hold as the woman’s other hand holds the necklace close. While the reaction of Adelaide’s companion is to get away from the necklace, Adelaide will at the same time feel an urge – an urge to try it on.

One does not get to be as old as Adelaide is, especially with a penchant for occultism and magic, without knowing that they should not simply put on the cursed object wishing to be put on. Not even if it’s the One Ring. Which this isn’t – it could be the One Necklace, at best. Regardless – the point stands that Adelaide isn’t going to put it on.

She’s mildly distracted with Lady Gloaming tries to get away, letting out a surprised little noise when the kitten tries to run off into the piles of mostly-trash around here, and instead focuses her attention towards getting the kitten safe and secure once again, the necklace just held between thumb and forefinger like an afterthought.

“Little Miss Gloaming – please, do not cause a fuss now,” she tells the kitten like she can understand human words, and makes her way over to look for some sort of a proprietor in this place – surely there has to be someone.

The kitten struggles a bit – she is not trying to get away from Adelaide now, but she seems unsettled with the fact that Adelaide is holding the necklace in her other hand. “Put that thing away!” says a childish female voice, and before Adelaide can spot the child – or the proprietor – she hears another voice, a mocking voice imitating the first and trying to infantilize it, say “oh- put that thing away!”

Adelaide pauses, an eyebrow arching, and then turns around to see if she can spot anything – or anyone – who may have made the noise. There’s also a suspicious side-eye at Lady Gloaming, as though she may have learned to speak, somehow. “Can the owner of this fine establishment come out, please?” she asks, slowly.

“Please, don’t wait for them”, the child’s voice begs as Lady Gloaming tries to turn in Adelaide’s hold, “leave that and let’s go home!” This time it becomes evident to Adelaide that the voice comes from nowhere – spacially – that is, it is not being heard by her ears… it’s all in her mind. someone

“Please, don’t wait for them”, the child’s voice begs as Lady Gloaming tries to turn in Adelaide’s hold, “leave that and let’s go home!” This time it becomes evident to Adelaide that the voice comes from nowhere – spacially – that is, it is not being heard by her ears… it’s all in her mind. But Adelaide feels the urge – an urge she’s just as able to resist as before, but perhaps this one is harder to justify resisting – an urge to buy and keep the necklace… if only the owner would show up!

Adelaide sniffs an entirely needless breath, glancing down at Lady Gloaming in her hand, and back over to the necklace. “We shall go home when we are ready to go home,” Adelaide tells the kitten, even if one of them is absolutely ready to go home. There’s no attempt made to put on the necklace, though, and neither does she try to simply take it – stolen things are hard to get rid of, and she’s got curses aplenty upon her person already. “I shall wait for five more minutes,” she informs whoever-may-be-listening. “And head home if there is nobody available to receive their guests.” And you can bet they’re getting a bad review on Yelp too.

“No, not five minutes, please!” the girly voice complains with distress, and now that Adelaide has identified it as possibly being Lady Gloaming’s voice, it really seems like it is coming from the kitten – kitten that is growing more and more restless in Adelaide’s hand. Turning a corner, a man shows up, looking around a bit puzzled before asking “you’re the one who’s being yapping about?”

Adelaide arches a single, stoic eyebrow in the man’s direction, clearly unimpressed by his customer service when he finally deigned to show up, and idly shushes Lady Gloaming before telling him, “I do not yap,” A hand lifts up the necklace in the air, and she asks, “Where did you get this from?”

“What, that?” The man moves his eyes from the necklace being held towards Adelaide’s neck that is already adorned by a choker, apparently thinking she’s thinking of putting it on. A shrug later, he says “I don’t know who sold it, but it’s yours for two dollars.” Lady Gloaming has shushed for a bit, but now says “don’t buy it from the rude man, let’s just go!” to what the man turns his eyes to the kitten, unimpressed by hearing it talk, and oddly replying “now now, little girl, be quiet and let your mother do her shopping.” Then, eyes returning to Adelaide, he asks “well?”

Adelaide presses her lips into a thin line, considering, her eyes narrowing at the man – who is, indeed, quite rude, thanks Lady – and when her voice comes, it’s full of ice, “If I required parenting advice, I’d hardly seek it from a man selling haunted jewelry for pocket change,” she tells him, letting the necklace fall from her hand and to the nearest surface. Lady Gloaming gets lifted up, so that she can rest in the crook of her neck. “Keep your trinket. I’m quite done being condescended to by men and jewelry alike.”

“Thank you mommy…” Lady Gloaming says and sobs, a little girl of four of five years old, holding Adelaide by the neck, as she’s held. The necklace has fallen to the ground, the man shrugs and is heard grumbling something as he turns around – he does not even bother to pick up the necklace, and starts heading away. “Will we go home now?” the kitten turned human kid asks.

“Absolutely not,” Adelaide says immediately, grabbing the kitten/child/whatever this thing is by the scruff of the neck to carry her along, though she does march straight out of the antique store and towards her mare, bound for her House of Heirlooms and her only available ritual space equipped to reverse toddler transfigurations. With any luck, Lady Gloaming will be meowing again by noon.

“Ow, you’re hurting me!” the definitively-a-child complains, but to no avail – Adelaide carries her out, holds her as they ride off, and eventually they’ll be in Adelaide’s ritual spaca. The child will whine and complain more and more, trying Adelaide’s patience even further – but once they’re into the ritual space reverting all of this becomes surprisingly easy: turns out the girl was wearing a necklace around her neck, under her shirt – the cursed necklace. Simply removing it was enough for the girl to disappear into the necklace, and the kitten to reapear, leaping to the ground, and walking off towards the water dispenser like nothing happened – the kitten certainly does not speak any more. As for the curse, and the necklace… Adelaide did bring it with her after all, apparently, and now that everything seems to be back to normal it’s up to Adelaide what will she do to the cursed necklace.

Adelaide definitely does not wish to saddle the world with any more little children. She simply decurses the necklace like any responsible ritualist would, and goes back home with her furry, definitely-a-cat cat to cuddle her now that she’s not talking. She’s earned it, after this morning.