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[themystery]

[ When did that desk get there? It's a very nice desk. Sturdy and with plenty of cabinets on the backboard as well as drawers along the legs. It has seen much use in the years, although the rolling chair accompanying it doesn't seem to be as old or well-loved. Currently, the desk is covered in lots of papers, folders and an empty takeout container declaring itself to be from the Chicken Kitchen.

The papers, if anyone cares to take a seat and look, all seem to be along the lines of the same subject: a man named Yomiel, recently released from a ten year prison sentence, has disappeared and left his fiancée, Sissel, behind without a trace. Authorities are on alert due to the nature of his arrest, although only digging further into the files would reveal that it was abduction and threatening a police officer with a deadly weapon. Several handwritten notes sit in the margins declaring how it doesn't make sense while trying to piece together the nonsensical motive for going on the run.

That's all well and good, but... where did this desk come from? There doesn't appear to be anyone here. Just a desk, some cabinets, and a perfectly innocent and very comfortable rolling chair. ]

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[grip_on_reality]

[if there's one thing that's liable to catch Menzies' attention, it's a mystery. and perhaps a mystery desk is even better, considering how much of her life she devotes to mindless paperwork. she does glance around to see if anybody is in the area to explain this sudden appearance, but when it appears that the vicinity is deserted, she decides to help herself. striding over to the desk, she begins to peruse the papers on top of it]

Hmm...

[themystery]

[ If Menzies starts digging, she'll notice some pieces of articles clipped together speaking about the fiancée. Only one outlet got an interview with Sissel before she refused anymore, and it appears she's been inconsolable about Yomiel's disappearance. There is a police note underneath that she's been put under surveillance with no reason specified.

Are you sure you wouldn't want to sit down while doing this, Menzies? That chair is just waiting for you. ]

[grip_on_reality]

Seems like somebody else is investigating a case here...

[now that she's been drawn in by the interesting notes, she does in fact take a seat as she continues to dig through the papers]

[themystery]

[ Someone certainly is! Checking the signatures on some of the police documents and the surveillance order would reveal that they are the same handwriting, belonging to a Detective Jowd.

As soon as Menzies moves to make a seat... well, where did the seat go? Oh, it's back there? How did it roll away like that, I wonder? ]

[grip_on_reality]

[she very nearly falls over backwards, but she just manages to steady herself by grabbing the desk] Damnit!

[turning, she sees that the chair is no longer by the desk. frowning, she eyes it. she knows the surface of the Plane can be slick, but it didn't seem to be rolling before now. so, reaching a hand forward, she gives the chair a gentle, experimental push]

[themystery]

[ The chair rolls at the push, slows to a stop.

Then the seat swivels around twice, the wheels start to roll again and the chair practically scoops Menzies up while it places itself near the desk. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies lets out a shout of anger when the chair, to her mind, grabs her, and you'd better she's pushing it back while getting out of it] What the hell!?

[themystery]

[ The chair is still now, being pushed back by her force and not doing anything to retaliate. A moment later, time seems to have frozen and there's the image and impression of a cat in Menzies' head. ]

Calm down, would you?

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies stays standing, as she's had quite enough from the chair. but she freezes at the sudden sensation of everything stopping--and that strange feeling of a cat, of all things, being present] Who are you?

[she's not afraid--just guarded. but that question is definitely more of a demand than a request]

[themystery]

Sissel. Who are you?

[grip_on_reality]

[she's skeptical, to say the least, of the cat's answer] What, the fiancee? Or was that name just convenient for you to borrow for the moment?

DI Menzies. [and since the cat isn't elaborating, she doesn't elaborate either]