Babes in London: Act Two, Scene Four (Leyila’s House, Part 4: Second Floor)



HALLWAY: Links the rooms upstairs. Lovely nature pictures on the walls—lightning storms, rainforests, and the like. A little shelf for the upstairs phone and one door prominently marked—PRIVATE: LEYILA’S ROOM. KNOCK & WAIT FOR INVITE.

PARENTS’ ROOM: A neatly-made double bed is centered along the back wall, flanked by two two-drawer dressing tables. Nothing appears to be out of place here: clothes hang neatly in the cupboards or lie folded in the drawers. There are no signs of trouble or wrong-doing here, just the neatly-ordered everyday facets of an ordinary modern life.

LEYILA’S ROOM: Yep, this is a girl’s room. Not quite as full of fairies and unicorns and stuff as you might expect, and unusually tidy for a children’s room—and that’s probably because no one’s turned it over, yet... DI Mullins leaves you at the door. “Don’t make a mess,” he says, “and don’t take anything.” There are statuettes of dancers everywhere and dance posters on the wall, but no jazz or ballet paraphernalia. It’s sort of a look from the outside on the world of dance. There is a desk in one corner of the room. This kid really takes her homework seriously with all her school books lined up on the end of the book shelf above the computer and all her writing books and folders beside it. There are no locked drawers here, but one large tome stands out. This is partly because it’s lying flat on the desk and partly because it’s cloth-bound, and partly because it’s about three inches thick and seems out of place. The title on the cover reads: Leyila’s Book of Songs. Picking it up, you flick idly to a random page and find the picture of what might be an Egyptian or Arabian dancer frozen in motion. Behind her, barely noticeable as background, are tall columns. There is the smell of heat and dust in the air, as well as some sort of sweet, musky perfume, and Leyila’s bedroom fades from view.
NOTE: Go to Scene 4B: Kehebite Dancer.

GUEST/WORK ROOM: The curtains are closed in this room, but, apart from the cupboards being empt,y and the trundle bed tucked beneath the double, it is almost an exact copy of Leyila’s parents’ room

BATHROOM: It’s a bathroom, you know, toothbrushes and toothpaste near the hand-basin, aftershave and shaving lotion in the cabinet, towels on the rail. Nothing unusual here either. NOTE: Leyila’s toothbrush is missing. Senses (Air) TH2 to notice that there is no child’s toothbrush with the others.

TOILET: Smallest room in the house, you probably know the sort of place well. Spare toilet paper beside the porcelain chariot, little dolly cover thingy on the roll on the cistern, and some typical toilet poetry about footprints in the sand or something similar although exactly what it’s meant to inspire in here is unclear.

NOTE: This adventure is not sanctioned in any way, shape or form by Fantasy Flight. It is not an official product, and I am in no way affiliated with them or they with me. There is no relationship between us. This adventure is mine, for fun, and for you, because some of you asked me to finish it.

Also, if you like this adventure and want to play it, please go buy the official rulebooks from somewhere where the original creators and publisher of the setting will be paid. I got mine from a Melbourne game store, but I’ve found PDF versions of the Player's Handbook and the Gamemaster's Handbook are now available from DriveThruFiction. If you enjoy their world, this is the best way to thank them.


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