Wednesday, Week 3 | who's that chop chop choppin down my chamber door?

[crimsonsparrow]

[Look out, City Hall: Suzaku's here with an invisible axe and he's ready to get to work. Out of all the locked doors, the Mayor's Office seems the most interesting...so that's precisely where he's heading.]

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[crimsonsparrow]

[New murder weapon, sweet.

Suzaku presses a thumb to one of his temples and closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath. Maybe he really is just imagining the shadow. There really hasn't been anyone here. How could there be? Ridiculous. These strange feelings of being watched or being played for a fool have been increasing by the day. Not being someone who's much used to feeling so insecure, he does his best to continue ignoring it.

Assuming there are no drawers at the desk for him to break into, he'll grab the letter in the typewriter and fold it neatly into the book to keep as a bookmark and also for future reference (also assuming that he's not stopped in this action), and then look to see if there's anything noteworthy with the sofa.

I mean, better to be thorough than not. And maybe it's just comfortable. Though...he'd probably enjoy sitting behind the imposing desk more, regardless of comfort.]

[abhoth]

[ The sofa has two half-finished glasses of bourbon on the side and a ... still-burning cigarette. Huh.

He'll hear a soft thump behind him, one that is not contributed to paranoia. ]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Okay, that startles him. There can't be anyone here, can there? So much evidence here is pointing to the fact that someone, or even someones were just here...and yet...

He whirls around quickly, trying to catch where the noise came from.]

[abhoth]

[ It was from the window across the room. There's no obstruction, no stray tree limb brushing against the glass. However, if he notes: there is a desk drawer now open. ]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Things are getting hella spooky around here. Fortunately, or perhaps foolishly, Suzaku doesn't scare easily. He'll head toward the window, but when the inspection turns up empty--that's when he'll notice the open desk drawer and look to see what's inside of it.]

1/2

[abhoth]

[ Inside is a stapler. ]

2/2

[abhoth]

[ But, also, he'll find a few short enclosed letters. Inside, one of them is an invite to the Higher One's commencement ceremony at the Yuggoth Church. The second one is a small thank you letter from Abigail Phillips for the Mayor's endless support for her research for the HP Formula.

Huh. ]

[crimsonsparrow]

[Suzaku is interested in the stapler for about as long as one reasonably can be before taking out the letters. He's not particularly sure how helpful a thank you letter or an invitation could be, but...he wants to know more bout this "Higher One" and this "HP Formula", so those'll be joining the typewritten letter he swiped.]

[abhoth]

[ As of right now, there is nothing else! However, as Suzaku looks towards the door... he'll feel an immense headache overwhelm him. If he shuts his eyes, he'll smell lavender in the air and feel a warm touch on his cheek. Like a hand. ]

You shouldn't have come here. Return home to the others. You have proof of your bravado.

[ Suzaku will then feel entirely sleepy. He'll pass out, weapon and items in tow. When he awakens in a few hours, he'll be nicely tucked into bed. If he returns later on to the Mayor's Office, he'll find the doorknob reattached. ]

Thank you so much!!!

[crimsonsparrow]

[Should've swiped the booze too while he was at it. Missed chances.]