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[jammingwith]

[Edward's on the second level, having been... er... investigating. Basically, she's been poking around to see if there's any data hanging around the second level about the kidnappings. However, as of right now, all she can find is that the people have been taken. That's it. She doesn't know where, she doesn't know why, she just knows they're gone.

...but in her searching, she has found something else...

She's a little agitated. She had considered just going on by herself but then she thought, rather generously for her, that maybe other people would want to know.]

There's a door open.

It wasn't open before, but it's open now.

There's something blocking the door, but Ed thinks she can get past it.

Ed's going to go see what's behind it.

It might have something to do with... the people. Who are gone. Taken. [She looks very angry for a split second, but it passes quickly, almost unnoticeable.]

...

Does anyone want to come?

((OOC: So yeah, Edward's going to lead a raid on the court records building. Edward's got her own way through the barrier blocking the door, so if your character doesn't have a way through, or you just want to tag along with Ed, feel free to volunteer. I'll probably get a log going sometime this weekend maybe. We can plot in IM, or I can make an OOC post as well.

...er, but the group probably shouldn't be very big. No more than six total, I think.))

Comments

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

[His pipe's all bloody again, and the slasher smile is back. But it's actually, honestly okay. If you look nearby, you might see Lithuania, who has been dragged along so far. Sometimes physically. Yes.]

An open door. Haha, of course. It's so obvious now. I guess I can stop trying to ask them if they know anything. [He looks a bit relieved too.]

I'm joining you. They took a friend of mine. I'm going to get him back.

[A strange thought here.]

Well, if the building's still in one piece by then.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the pipe and the smile, but nods.]

Okay.

Dunno what's behind the door, though. Could be them, could be something else.

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

Oh. Da, that's true.

[Thinks for a second, then smiles in a...normal fashion. No, really.]

But if it's something else, it's probably a very shiny something else. Or they wouldn't be hiding it so much.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

Yes yes. Very truuue.

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

Shiny things are very important, sometimes. I wonder what it could be....

[Thinks.]

Only one way to find out, da?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Nods!]

Yes!

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

[Grins!]

Finally, someone who understands the importance of shiny things.

[He's still grinning.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

Well yes shiny things are very very important.

After all. Why else would they be shiny?

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

Exactly my point, da!

I used to collect shinies, when I lived with the Tsar. They were eggs, but decorated like works of art. Faberge, that's what they were called.

[He takes a deep breath here.]

But all of them are gone. They got put in museums, and the rest got burned and smashed and crushed.

[He's not very sane right now. Not like he ever is, but now is pretty bad.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Head tilt. Pats him on the shoulder.]

I'm sooorry.

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

[Slight smile.]

Nyet, it's okay. The Tsars spent money for the people on the eggs, so everyone was suffering. The eggs deserved to go.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[D'aaw. But he still looks sad. So Ed hugs him. Yes, this is Ed making friends with the crazies.]

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

[He looks a bit shocked. Okay, no. Very shocked. So he just sort of stands there for a bit. He's not hugging her back just yet, but he's not moving away, either.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Stiiiiiiiiiiill huggiiiiiiiiiiing. :3]

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well. Um. He's never really been hugged all that much. So he's not sure what to do here. Maybe pat her on the back or something?]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Okay is done hugging now. XD]

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Um. Okay. He, um, stops patting her? And he has a really small smile on his face. Because that was...nice. Nice is the word, right?]

Why...you do this?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

Because you looked like you needed it. You were sad. Hugs make people feel better.

Usually.

[vodkadrinksyou.livejournal.com]

Oh. I see. Da!

[He's remembering that. Just so you know.]

Usually vodka makes me feel better, but that was...that was nice.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Big grin! She's glad she could help.]

Good good!