Phoenix Place and environs, Wednesday early evening
After leaving Kenzi a voicemail message, Cecil herded Marjorie (licensed practicing exorcist and curse-removal expert) toward the house formerly known as DOOMHAUS.
"And we do have the owner's permission?" she asked to verify.
"Yep! But, um - try to keep down any property damage, okay?"
She ignored his hopeful wince. "In writing?" she held out her hand.
Cecil looked at her in dismay. "You didn't say I needed it in writing! But he said okay, I swear!"
Marjorie sighed. "Fine. That's a different form." She opened her smart leather portfolio and pulled out a stack of papers. "Sign here to indicate you speak as an approved representative of the owner. Initial here to affirm that you are aware that, while we strive to minimize damage, some alterations to the condition of the premises may be unavoidable. Sign here to release my firm from any legal responsibility for those alterations beyond exercising due care." She gave him a sharp look. "And don't bother with the pun, I've heard it before."
Cecil closed his mouth sheepishly.
Marjorie rolled her eyes. "I hope you appreciate I'm putting a lot on the line for you, Cecil. Strictly speaking, I'm not even licensed in Maryland."
"I checked!" Cecil protested, shrugging. "They don't seem to have any sort of licensing board. And I'm not really sure if the island's part of Maryland, anyway."
Marjorie grimaced and muttered something about unlicensed chaos. "Well, best get started. Don't interrupt; if you need anything, it'll have to wait till after."
"Got it!" Cecil assured her.
Marjorie started pacing around the grounds, as Cecil waited at the gate.
[OOC: For Kenzi if she wants to show, or anyone else who wants to drop by and watch. It won't be very interesting. *g*]
"And we do have the owner's permission?" she asked to verify.
"Yep! But, um - try to keep down any property damage, okay?"
She ignored his hopeful wince. "In writing?" she held out her hand.
Cecil looked at her in dismay. "You didn't say I needed it in writing! But he said okay, I swear!"
Marjorie sighed. "Fine. That's a different form." She opened her smart leather portfolio and pulled out a stack of papers. "Sign here to indicate you speak as an approved representative of the owner. Initial here to affirm that you are aware that, while we strive to minimize damage, some alterations to the condition of the premises may be unavoidable. Sign here to release my firm from any legal responsibility for those alterations beyond exercising due care." She gave him a sharp look. "And don't bother with the pun, I've heard it before."
Cecil closed his mouth sheepishly.
Marjorie rolled her eyes. "I hope you appreciate I'm putting a lot on the line for you, Cecil. Strictly speaking, I'm not even licensed in Maryland."
"I checked!" Cecil protested, shrugging. "They don't seem to have any sort of licensing board. And I'm not really sure if the island's part of Maryland, anyway."
Marjorie grimaced and muttered something about unlicensed chaos. "Well, best get started. Don't interrupt; if you need anything, it'll have to wait till after."
"Got it!" Cecil assured her.
Marjorie started pacing around the grounds, as Cecil waited at the gate.
[OOC: For Kenzi if she wants to show, or anyone else who wants to drop by and watch. It won't be very interesting. *g*]