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maskormenacelogs2018-10-19 09:09 pm
restingstitchface) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-10-19 09:09 pm
This means nothing to me
WHO: Crane and Various
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: September 20th
WHAT: Mysterious packages
WARNINGS: None
Admissions Office, Nonah | Haru
When the door to the admissions office opens that morning and welcomes Crane inside, he steadfastly manages to refrain from commenting at the students annoying the breath out of him. He decides it best to push through and swipes his files, applicants to his Psych 101, but is too quick to swirl around when he collides with someone.
"Excuse me."
Psychiatrist's Office, Nonah | Boba
There was light shining through the door. The warm, muted radiance of a lamp from the hallway.
The house Boba visited appeared to be an old mansion in the earliest quarter of Nonah, gothic architecture running from its pointed rooves to the porch outside the front door. Besides the lamp, there wasn't much else visible in the hallway. There was nothing that was untoward about the building, it did seem like the sort of place where one could find people who appreciated the sort of delivery Boba was making, but the fact the occupants name was already known to the shadier elements of Maurtia Falls might give anyone room for pause.
A figure approaches down the hallway, coated in haze until keys jingle and he opens the door. A slender, aesthetic man who observed his guest from behind a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles. A gesture towards the hall and he's stepping back.
"Please. Come inside."
Before anyone sees you.
Birthday Reflection, Nonah | OTA
It surprised him how quickly his birthday seemed to roll around. The circumstances through the year had been extraordinarily stressful. Old enemies who had caused him no end of grief were gone. The loneliness had surprised him - but oh, had it been excruciating.
He reads his paper sternly, ignoring the doorbell. Surely people didn't believe he derived pleasure from being complimented? But there he is, coiling his fingers round his curtains and wondering just who is ringing his door at this hour?
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: September 20th
WHAT: Mysterious packages
WARNINGS: None
Admissions Office, Nonah | Haru
When the door to the admissions office opens that morning and welcomes Crane inside, he steadfastly manages to refrain from commenting at the students annoying the breath out of him. He decides it best to push through and swipes his files, applicants to his Psych 101, but is too quick to swirl around when he collides with someone.
"Excuse me."
Psychiatrist's Office, Nonah | Boba
There was light shining through the door. The warm, muted radiance of a lamp from the hallway.
The house Boba visited appeared to be an old mansion in the earliest quarter of Nonah, gothic architecture running from its pointed rooves to the porch outside the front door. Besides the lamp, there wasn't much else visible in the hallway. There was nothing that was untoward about the building, it did seem like the sort of place where one could find people who appreciated the sort of delivery Boba was making, but the fact the occupants name was already known to the shadier elements of Maurtia Falls might give anyone room for pause.
A figure approaches down the hallway, coated in haze until keys jingle and he opens the door. A slender, aesthetic man who observed his guest from behind a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles. A gesture towards the hall and he's stepping back.
"Please. Come inside."
Before anyone sees you.
Birthday Reflection, Nonah | OTA
It surprised him how quickly his birthday seemed to roll around. The circumstances through the year had been extraordinarily stressful. Old enemies who had caused him no end of grief were gone. The loneliness had surprised him - but oh, had it been excruciating.
He reads his paper sternly, ignoring the doorbell. Surely people didn't believe he derived pleasure from being complimented? But there he is, coiling his fingers round his curtains and wondering just who is ringing his door at this hour?
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"Yes, thank you. I think I can find you on the communicator." It shouldn't too difficult to track a J. Crane down on the device. Haru nods. "I appreciate you taking the time to speak today."
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He actually holds his arms a bit, awkwardly looking like he can't believe he said that. Then there is the slightest of sighs, and he barely avoids scuffing the floor with his heel. Here he is, nervously awkward, until his face softens and he finishes his end of the conversation.
"To meet you, that is."
Yeah. He's done.