Martin grins weakly. "...well, I didn' let it in..." he moves, grabbing the phone, and dials. "Hey, Freddie, I need a favor?"
Corrie is entirely done with travel for a while. She's usually done when she finishes a trip, in the same way that you're done eating after a large and satisfying meal, but there's a deeper exhaustion mixed with the satisfaction this time. Next time she'll definitely do something closer to home. Pikes Peak is always popular. No, think about that later. First, she's going to sleep for forty-eight consecutive hours at an absolute minimum. Lee hasn't asked her for more details of the trip yet; he's used to her coming home tired. His supporting arm and undemanding presence are very welcome. And then the front door opens before either of them's touched it, and they practically walk right into someone.
"Hi!" Evelyn fires off quickly, walking past Desiree and the two newcomers while carrying a large garbage bag slung over her shoulder.
There's a shock of red hair sticking out of a tear in the bag. It... feels like a weird, heavy... death?
Corrie is, in fact, dead-tired. She doesn't want to have to deal with this shit, especially not if it's what it looks like. She wants the hair to be, perhaps, Evelyn's own, discarded. She knows it's not. (Not only because the woman would have to be some kind of prodigy at cutting her own hair at home to get it looking like it always does.) Before the canyon, she'd have associated that strange dark feeling with being drunk, but she's starting to understand what it must really be. She stops moving forward. "Get your phone out, Lee," she says, quietly. Then she lets go of his arm and starting back. She hopes she looks more awake than she feels. "Hey there- Evelyn, right?- how're you doing?"
"Good, yourself?" The woman responds chipper, huffing a bit as she adjusts the weight on her shoulder. "Des can you get the trash lid for me?"
"....I'm going to sweep the floor," Desiree replies dryly. "I've seen the people you date. I think you can handle opening a dumpster, Evelyn."
"What've you got there?" Corrie asks. She can't quite mask that she's on edge, but it's the middle of the afternoon and there are people around. More to the point, there's Sunshine around.
"Oh just some trash someone left on the front lobby " Evelyn responds nonchalantly. She shoots Desiree an angry glare then fades back into a congenial smile as she shifts the torso-sized garbage bag again "Whats up neighbor?"
Wow, that's not suspicious behavior at all. "Why's there hair poking out?" Corrie presses. If there's an explanation, let's have it already, and if there's not, let's get on with Lee hopefully calling the cops.
"Hmm?" Evelyn tuns the bag until she sees the rip, Her eyes open wide for a second and she expounds. "Shit! the bag ripped. Stupid rubber doll thing someone left downstairs. Someone's idea of a prank I think, it looked like a kid, then it burned up and gassed up the whole place."
"That's messed up." And now this is really tricky, because that makes internal sense but Corrie doesn't believe a word of it. And she's not prepared to just say so why does looking at it feel so much like being dead? because that's not going to make sense to anyone but herself. (( Rolls Manipulation 2 + Subterfuge -1 unskilled = 7 (0 successes) )) She settles on "Did you call the cops? Because that probably counts as a terroristic threat or something. Or it could have set the building on fire. I think there's a... a burn ban in... effect...?" ...look, she's tired, okay?
"Wait, it burned up?" Lee asks, eyes going wide. "Is everyone okay? You really should call the cops!"
Evelyn snorts "Well I dunno it smoked mostly. Morrigan got a lungful, everyone Wis fine. And who needs the cops?! We handled it ourselves!" Evelyn's smile isn't exactly 'convincing.'
"I don't-" -okay, fuck it, Corrie's clearly not in a condition to be artfully subtle about this. "It doesn't look like rubber, or burned, or like burned rubber, and I'm pretty sure something here is dead." As she says this, she reaches for the bag herself. "If you don't want to explain-"
"Dead?" Lee hesitates, touching Corrie's arm, other hand still clutching his phone. "Maybe we should slow down, here-" He stiffens a bit at 'we handled it, who needs cops'. "...uhn."
