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Who: Jill, anyone who replies to her entry offering assistance.
What: Jill has always been the type to take matters into her own hands. The P30 device is getting removed, one way or another.
Where: 1761 Beaver Street.
When: Dusk.
Warnings: Maybe a little violence, nothing serious.
The door opens, held by a woman in a black cloak and a bird mask. She is shaking.
"...Thanks for coming." says a female voice, though it is distorted and metallic by the mask. "When the others get here, we can start. Just... take a seat anywhere, it doesn't matter. I won't wait too long."
She turns and disappears into the house, leaving you to sit in the living room and wait.
What: Jill has always been the type to take matters into her own hands. The P30 device is getting removed, one way or another.
Where: 1761 Beaver Street.
When: Dusk.
Warnings: Maybe a little violence, nothing serious.
The door opens, held by a woman in a black cloak and a bird mask. She is shaking.
"...Thanks for coming." says a female voice, though it is distorted and metallic by the mask. "When the others get here, we can start. Just... take a seat anywhere, it doesn't matter. I won't wait too long."
She turns and disappears into the house, leaving you to sit in the living room and wait.