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[punkblaze]

[Eithan seriously has no idea what hit him. He's looking pretty blank right now, which is generally what happens when he's worried as hell and has absolutely zero answers. Even though he definitely wants answers - and he wants them right the hell now - he has no idea where to start. So... time to go sit and think for a bit, huh? He doesn't want to go to the bar, not yet. Probably people there. His second instinct is to head for the library, so that's the direction he goes in.

On the way there, he smokes - first a cigarette of his own, and the second that one's done, it's sure as hell not enough and he lights up a clove to follow it up. He pulls something else out of his coat as he walks: a scarf, gray and green. Definitely not his. (Eithan, wear houndstooth? You'd have to pay him. A lot.) He squints at it, concerned, but not entirely sure... why.

Once he's in the library, he finds a chair and sits. He sighs heavily, lets the scarf drop to the floor before he drags his hands down his face and just... stares blankly ahead.]

... Man, what the fuck.


((OoC: Eithan was murdered! Come get your next clue. o/ Can run into him before the library or in the library, don't care which.))

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[grip_on_reality]

[she gestures at the scarf] Mind if I take a photo?

So it happened 'ere. [her eyes narrow] I don't think I've seen that house. Where is it?

[punkblaze]

Go ahead? [He shrugs again, clearly not at all bothered.]

It's that way. [He points.] Brought it from my world to do somethin' with it with Emil, but it's still empty right now. Still needs repairs, too.

[grip_on_reality]

[she nods, pulling out her mobile. it's still an outdated phone, but it does at least have a camera. she snaps a few photos] Cheers.

[and at his directions, she nods] I'll take a look. Are you gonna be all right on your own? [she eyes him, not sure if she should leave him there unsupervised]

[punkblaze]

[Hey, it's still fancier than anything Eithan's ever seen. Mobile phones are things that Travis and his assassin buddies have - exclusively! - and they're definitely not that interesting-looking. Don't have cameras built-in, either. So he goes a little wide-eyed-curious when she takes the photo, but he doesn't comment on it. Little too distracted, given the circumstances.]

Yeah, anytime.

Feel free. But if it's suddenly not empty, mind tellin' me? Heh. [He runs a hand through his hair, pausing while he considers her question.] I'll be fine. Really. Probably should be on my own for a bit. You know, sort my shit out.

[Nothing like dying to make you start thinking about your own thought processes and reactions, huh...? -- Which then, actually, tangentially reminds him of a particular person whose thought processes are so far removed from anything Eithan would consider sane! Doc! And he found weird items when he woke up too, right...?

He perks up, just a little, and holds up a hand to keep her from leaving just yet.]

Hey, wait. You're gettin' all detective on this, I'm guessin'? With the questions and the photo?

[grip_on_reality]

[she nods] I'll let you know what I find. [and she stands to go--when he holds up a hand to stop her. at his comment, her expression is wry]

What gave you that idea? It's not like it's me job. But--since you asked nicely--yeah. I think I might be a detective about this.

[more seriously, she adds:] So if you learn anything else, keep me in touch.

[punkblaze]

[Snort!] Hey, some people wanna leave work behind 'em after hours. [He shrugs.] I just wanted to be sure first.

[But he turns serious, too. Nods once.] Before you go, then... Do you know Doc? Purple armor, kinda weird... okay a lot weird. Not the chick, or the tall guy. The other one. He says he woke up on the tables, too. Doesn't remember shit, but for whatever reason had a baseball, a walkin' stick and a box of matches when he uh... woke back up. So this is obviously just... part of a bigger thing goin' on. Somehow. I don't know.

[grip_on_reality]

More purple armour? [she snorts. still, at that description, her expression darkens] I don't know him, but I'll see if I can track him down. That's...some collection of items. [she nods to Eithan] Thanks for the tip.

[knowing Eithan needs time to sort things out, she leaves it at that. they can talk about what this might mean later. so she turns, heading off to find either the mansion or this "Doc"--whichever comes first]