OOC:
As I said before, I'm leaving some things purposefully open, so feel free to add to anything I wrote in here.
Before ending the call, Mr. Hoshikawa adds:
"But Kusakabe-san, we don't have any prison installations in here, much less to hold a shamon captive!"
"Indeed, and bringing one of them in the theater would be too risky, it could snitch it to the others. Don't bring it in here! I'll have spies on its tail for now on." Moriyama adds.
After the incident, the girls go up the street, until the wide pathways for cars and carriages end, the girls having to go up a row of stairs. Abenanka feels relief as this place is much mure quiet and peaceful than the crowded streets down there, reaching Otoya's house, located at the end of a narrow streets going uphill.
An old and rusty iron gate flanked by walls, the plaster fallen of in many spots, revealing the bricks inside. A large chain with a padlock holding it shut, but it's so loose that a person could easily squeeze by it anyway.
Otoya Sawatari
Otoya says, pushing one side of the gate open, giving plenty of space for everyone to go in, before he does so himself.
Inside, they can see a nice yard, with a stone undulating path towards the house, a fountain and a workshop; it's that the yard hasn't seen care for many years, with the overgrown grass and weeds everywhere.
The house is a two store building of brick and mortar; a staircase leads to the balcony on the upper floor.
Weather Shizuka opened the door herself, or gave the keys to Otoya, anyone would have trouble opening the heavy and old door, with rusty and dry hinges.
Inside, the floor and ceiling are made of hardwood, as well as most of the neoclassical furniture inside: all coated with a thick layer of dust, while some others are protected from it by a large cloth covering them.
This chaotic entrance gives place to a more spacious living room, with a double-heigth ceiling; a stair leads to a mezzanine where presumably the dining room would be. An old piano can be found on the living room, as well as some violins hanged on the wall, seemingly the only things not overtaken by the dust.
It could be noticed how many of the furniture hold high piles of magazines atop of them, most of them on female fashion... Needless to say, Homura could see many covers with her face on it. Also covered by cloths (though with breaches and tears) some piles of old paintings on canvas could be seem. Finally, some photos of them, the Blossom Maidens, could be find scattered everywhere.
"Phew! Home sweet home! Could I exercise some hospitality and offer you some biscuits? Some tea (maybe with some brandy)?? Heh~?"
