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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 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]