LOOKING FOR SOMEONE

[twoscompany]

Who: Garnet, Koumei, Molly, Pinkie, Greg, and Jamie
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.

It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.

Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.

Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.

Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.

P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.

Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.

If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.

Comments

[interdimanagers]

The computer is on screensaver when Jamie approaches it, which he will be able to dispel with little issue - unfortunately, as he feared, it doesn't lead to anything but a password locked page. The user profile is simply called "DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT".

He is welcome to try guessing passwords if he wants, but unless he has specific computer expertise or a followup plan, it's not going to be so easy to get into.

Will he keep examining the computer or look at something else?

[mildwildchild]

He's tempted to try to figure out the computer, because who knows what kind of shit the CEO of an entertainment empire is keeping on her harddrive, but trying to bypass the machine's security would probably take too long. Making a frustrated noise in his throat, Jamie assesses the other things nearby. The phone messages are tempting, but also probably password-locked, and he doesn't think it would be prudent to make too much noise.

Maybe later, though. For now, he'll rifle through the desk drawers.

[interdimanagers]

In the drawers he will find a flask, seven bags of different kinds of candy (all of which are open), what is basically an iPad, various lotions, another iPad, a bag of marble sized metallic orbs, scissors, pens, some cool rocks, and dental floss.

What does he do?

[mildwildchild]

Oh man so much stuff, so many choices. Is there anything weird or suspicious about the candy or lotions? What's in the flask? Are those iPads password-locked too?

He's mostly going to inspect everything he can get his hands on, though he's particularly drawn to the rocks and orbs. Why does she keep so much weird junk in her desk? Lesedi, you hoarder.

[interdimanagers]

The candy and the lotions seem normal. If he wants to ingest any of them or smother himself in the lotion he is free to do so, but on a visual and smell level they seem pretty standard. The flask, however, is sort of weird. It has a strange scent (citrus metallic, if he had to guess) and it's kind of hard to see what's in the interior without pouring any out. The liquid inside seems thick and syrupy. What does he do with it?

The rocks seems like...pretty standard cool rocks. One is a sparkly lump of pyrite, one is a black sparkly lump of meteor remains, and the other is a collection of grey metallic bits in a bottle. There is also a bar of ostensibly regular selenite with "LESEDI" scratched into its surface.

The orbs are weirder. When lifting one from the bag, there is an odd feeling of drag against the object, as if there is resistance similar to moving through water. If he lets the orb go, it will simply hang in place unaided.

The iPads don't appear to be password protected.

[mildwildchild]

He's satisfied enough that the candy and lotions aren't the congealed souls of missing musicians, so he'll leave them alone. The rocks don't, in his opinion, warrant further inspection either.

So that leaves the orbs, the flask, and the iPads. He opts to play around with the orbs a little more, tapping them with a fingernail, seeing what happens if they're touched against each other or suspended in different configurations, trying to assess their weight and texture and smell. They're the most overtly weird thing he's found so far, and he kind of wants someone else's input on them, but while the rest of the group is busy with their own investigations he'll try to see what he can figure out on his own.

[interdimanagers]

The orbs don't appear to do anything remarkably special, beyond the obvious. The are reluctant move, except for when hit by another one of the balls, at which point the momentum seems a bit more intense. Otherwise, they just hang in the air where places. Some kind of game? It's not totally unlike a game of airborn marbles. A few if them are even particularly large, as if meant for hitting the others. It's not really clear what they are for beyond playing around.