Oh. No, yeah, this is Aquila's room, fuck. I think that's my peacock. [...] Actually, all of these are my birds. What the fuck, Emet-Selch, hit on Aquila with your own stuff.
[anyway. is there anything on the notebook? and she'll open the drawers, like jason tells her to.]
starting with the closet! first of all, like everything in here is black. there is so much black. it's mostly...cloaks! like why are there so many cloaks? who knows. there are a few pairs of boots in here, too. mens sizes, looks like. thankfully perhaps for them both, there are no skeletons! yay.
lup can't read the notes on the notebook - for some reason. it looks like they might even be encoded, actually - reading them makes them make zero sense. the handwriting on the notes is very neat, though! as she opens the drawers, she finds... a lot of stuff, actually. it's all perfectly well organized.
in the top drawer there are three books. there are a few origami flowers that look like they were folded out of brochures. there are a couple of rainbow colored beads in here that roll when she opens the drawer. there's a pouch, a soft amber color, that feels warm to the touch, and there's also a piece of paper folded in half.
the bottom drawer is deeper, but less full than the top one. there's a soft cloth folded in half. there's a pad of hotel stationery, that looks about half used, and a couple of small square envelopes. there's also a dark, glass bottle with a stopper. ]
He shuts the door to the closet. And then, like, slowly opens it back up again.] I feel like I'm looking into whatever Royce's fucking closet would look like here. [IT'S ALL BLACK AND THERE ARE CLOAKS!!
He passes his hand through a few clothes here and there to look behind them, checking.]
as jason looks through the cloaks and feels around, he will feel one of the pockets of one has something in it! when he pulls his hand back, he has a fistful of black feathers. huh.
meanwhile, with lup.
the pouch is... a lockpick set! it's orange and warm. and the paper folded in half, is... a poem, actually.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
It's written in familiar handwriting, to lup, anyway - it's harrowhark's handwriting. ]
[He opens his mouth at the feathers, then bunches his face up. Why. Don't put your groomed feathers in your cloak pocket. Anyway, he pockets these feathers for blackmail purposes later and then shuts the closet.
Meanders over to Lup at the desk to peer around her at what she's doing. This is so funny because Jason almost gave Harrow a Poe compilation instead of the other two books. I'm losing my ass.]
[JASON LIKE DON'T TAKE ANYTHING AND THEN TAKES SOMETHING
lup is uninterested in the lockpick. the poetry makes her smile, though.]
This is Harrow's handwriting. [she says, amused, showing jason.] Here.
[and then she's going to go through the bottom drawer. hands the cloth to jason so he can examine it, and then is nosy as she looks at the envelopes and paper pad.]
lup puts the lockpick back and the poem goes to jason! he is correct. wow. it's poe. very nerdy. he also gets the cloth! it's soft, just like. a soft microfiber polishing cloth. it does look well used, at least? "how can you tell someone used this" i dont know you just can by mg magic. shut up. anyway.
in the bottom drawer! the paper pad is just half used - there's nothing particularly noticeable about it. the envelopes are empty! nothing exciting here. the only other thing in the drawer is that dark bottle! ]
Harrow is giving sad, yearning love letters to Aquila? Funny.
[He looks over the front and back of the poem, then over the cloth she gives him. What are you polishing, huh? Don't answer.] It's a cloth you polish something with. [He spots the dark bottle out of the corner of his eye, and he uses his chin to point at it.]
there's not much left, of whatever liquid was in here, but the minute she takes the top off of it, it doesn't really matter, because the smell of it hits them both immediately, wafting upwards. it is strong.
the liquid is fiercely medicinal, whatever it is. there's no label on the bottle, but it smells like medicine. it's sharp, the tang of it almost - cold. ]
[Immediately:] Ooookay. [He drops the cloth and the paper on the desk so he can throw his hands over Lup's and force her to put the cork right back into the bottle again.]
Let's not fuck with that. That's higher than the shit the League uses. Christ.
[He takes one hand away and fans the air near them, praying it wasn't anything that could be narcotic in the air. He's assuming it's the drinking type.]
You know if Aquila is sick, or something? It's almost empty.
[ somewhere in the hotel, wherever they are, aquila just sneezed.
anyway the innocent little bottle is now corked again. it looks like it wasn't anything narcotic! you will not become immediately high by smelling it. it's just the drinking type. i have nothing else useful to add. ]
That tells me nothing. If they can throw back almost all of this bottle and still be walking around, then I don't think it'll kill them.
[He tries to take the bottle from Lup, but that depends on whether or not she lets him.]
Here, put this back. Put all this where you found it. I don't want them to know anyone was in here. I couldn't mention the key to any of them, so we're definitely breaking and entering.
[Oh, there are three books in here, I can't remember if Lup checked them or not. What are these three books.]
the first one is a slim volume: Haiku Poetry. the second is a novel - the picture of dorian gray. aquila's well read! the third says a guide to spellcasting: 5th edition. there are a few dog eared pages.
i also forgot to mention there's a plant on their desk! it maybe had some white flowers at one point but it is super dead now.
who knows why lup sounds so mad! not me. anyway, jason and lup can check the bed. it is very well made, like precision so. only one of the pillows really looks used. there's a stuffed raven sitting at the foot of the bed. ]
[A book about a man with eternal youth because he has a spooky portrait of dark power hiding in his house? Ok, Aquila...
Like any self-respecting, good man, Jason hesitates before he turns to the bed.] Lup? Yo. [He takes her by the arm, but it's gentle. So she'll stop for a second and look at him.]
What's wrong? You're not telling me shit here. What does any of this mean to you? To Aquila?
[she leans into the touch, when he grabs her, and takes a deep breath.]
I recognize the shit in that bottle. I know who Aquila is, but I don't know if I can tell you. I don't want to get - they can't get in trouble for this. [...] It's... it's okay. Let's keep looking, and make sure we're not missing anything that can tell us how to get out of our contracts or something.
[a pause, and she just... gently takes his hand off her arm, and takes it, holding his hand with her own.]
Anything on the bed? [is there anything we haven't looked at in here...]
[ jason does not invade the bed! when they glance, they just see that the bed is like really well made, again, and the little stuffed raven sitting on the end of the bed, untouched. you could really barely tell someone sleeps here.
nothing else! this sweep shows that the room is very clean, really, and that's about it. unless they wanted to go back over anywhere one last time? they've been in here for a while. ]
[It's enough that he accepts it. He squeezes her hand, letting her be for now. He will go over to check the bed, sure. Oh, he takes the flashlight also. HE IS GOING TO MESS UP ALL OF THESE COVERS. Just kidding.
He looks under the pillows, maybe shakes them to see if anything falls out. Look, he's a Bat. He knows where shit goes. Then he'll check under the bed with the flashlight. PLEASE DON'T LET A BRA BE UNDER HERE. It's going to be Lup's bra.]
[ jason may find another book under the bed. two, actually! one says is a collection of poems and short stories, edgar allen poe. the other has a title in a language he can't really read. unless you're going to tell me that jason is fluent in a bunch of languages, which you might, but he can't read it because of mg powers. there are no bras.
searching the pillows, he finds - another black feather! it's in one of the fluffier pillows that looks like it hasn't been used. this feather is bigger than the smaller ones jason found - like a wing feather. it's slightly iridescent. there's also a small pouch under one of the pillows, but it appears to just be some kind of potpourri or something. it smells a bit like lavender.
lup sees no hidden compartments in the desk! just a half finished mug of coffee, the notes from before, the dead plant, and then the two drawers with their original contents. she's hit with that medicinal smell again when she pulls the bottom drawer open and closes it. ]
He. Will take this feather, too, I guess. It's fine. "Don't take anything," Jason Todd says, taking something. Judging these old Asian granny sleep aides a bit, it's fine. Also? He stands up, hesitates, grits his teeth, then climbs back down to dig the books out from under the bed. WHO LEAVES BOOKS ON THE FLOOR BENEATH THE BED? NO.
And yes, he is actually fluent in a handful of languages, even Chinese, but it isn't fantasy Chinese, and also mg blocks him which is fine. He doesn't try to read the books necessarily anyway, he is going to go put them in the desk with the other three books. He's grumbling something about leaving books on the floor as he goes to close the curtain back.
The flashlight is still on, though. He points it at Lup's knees so it isn't in her face.]
That it? [He gives this big, iridescent feather to Lup.] Not much except this.
actually can she take the notes from before? since jason is fuckin' taking things from this room she might as well. she's also going to check the dead plant quickly to see if there's anything hidden in it or if it's just a dead plant. dumps the half-finished coffee into the plant's dirt after to check if there's anything in the mug.
when jason comes back over, she blinks at the feather and takes it...] What the fuck is that. Why is it so big.
[ it's just a dead plant! the flowers look a bit like snowdrops.
she can. take the notes. sure! she still can't read them.
anyway jason is being a big baby but perhaps this person simply was reading them and they got kicked as you were moving around. huh? huh? anyway. the curtains closes, leaving them in darkness, and the starlight hotel mug is dumped into the plant. wow.
who knows about the feather, though! can't explain it. if the two are done in here, though, they will feel a sense they need to get going, and quickly - something is forming in the corner of the room that looks like it could be a shadow.
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[He glances over his shoulder at the landscape out the window. Hm.
Then he peers around the room as he does head for the closet. Yes! He is going to try digging through it maybe.]
I’d be more worried about skeletons in Aquarius’s actually.
[Just has that feeling. The vibe.]
Don’t forget to check the drawers. Don’t take anything either. Not unless it’s something that can help us figure out how to get rid of this hotel.
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Oh. No, yeah, this is Aquila's room, fuck. I think that's my peacock. [...] Actually, all of these are my birds. What the fuck, Emet-Selch, hit on Aquila with your own stuff.
[anyway. is there anything on the notebook? and she'll open the drawers, like jason tells her to.]
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starting with the closet! first of all, like everything in here is black. there is so much black. it's mostly...cloaks! like why are there so many cloaks? who knows. there are a few pairs of boots in here, too. mens sizes, looks like. thankfully perhaps for them both, there are no skeletons! yay.
lup can't read the notes on the notebook - for some reason. it looks like they might even be encoded, actually - reading them makes them make zero sense. the handwriting on the notes is very neat, though! as she opens the drawers, she finds... a lot of stuff, actually. it's all perfectly well organized.
in the top drawer there are three books. there are a few origami flowers that look like they were folded out of brochures. there are a couple of rainbow colored beads in here that roll when she opens the drawer. there's a pouch, a soft amber color, that feels warm to the touch, and there's also a piece of paper folded in half.
the bottom drawer is deeper, but less full than the top one. there's a soft cloth folded in half. there's a pad of hotel stationery, that looks about half used, and a couple of small square envelopes. there's also a dark, glass bottle with a stopper. ]
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He shuts the door to the closet. And then, like, slowly opens it back up again.] I feel like I'm looking into whatever Royce's fucking closet would look like here. [IT'S ALL BLACK AND THERE ARE CLOAKS!!
He passes his hand through a few clothes here and there to look behind them, checking.]
You find anything?
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Yeah? Just cloaks, huh. [she glances over at jason.] Couple of things. You want to come see?
[is there anything in the pouch? she'll get to the bottom drawer in a second, she wants to look at the paper folded in half.]
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as jason looks through the cloaks and feels around, he will feel one of the pockets of one has something in it! when he pulls his hand back, he has a fistful of black feathers. huh.
meanwhile, with lup.
the pouch is... a lockpick set! it's orange and warm. and the paper folded in half, is... a poem, actually.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
It's written in familiar handwriting, to lup, anyway - it's harrowhark's handwriting. ]
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Meanders over to Lup at the desk to peer around her at what she's doing. This is so funny because Jason almost gave Harrow a Poe compilation instead of the other two books. I'm losing my ass.]
Uh. Poe? Okay.
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lup is uninterested in the lockpick. the poetry makes her smile, though.]
This is Harrow's handwriting. [she says, amused, showing jason.] Here.
[and then she's going to go through the bottom drawer. hands the cloth to jason so he can examine it, and then is nosy as she looks at the envelopes and paper pad.]
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lup puts the lockpick back and the poem goes to jason! he is correct. wow. it's poe. very nerdy. he also gets the cloth! it's soft, just like. a soft microfiber polishing cloth. it does look well used, at least? "how can you tell someone used this" i dont know you just can by mg magic. shut up. anyway.
in the bottom drawer! the paper pad is just half used - there's nothing particularly noticeable about it. the envelopes are empty! nothing exciting here. the only other thing in the drawer is that dark bottle! ]
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[He looks over the front and back of the poem, then over the cloth she gives him. What are you polishing, huh? Don't answer.] It's a cloth you polish something with. [He spots the dark bottle out of the corner of his eye, and he uses his chin to point at it.]
What's that? Alcohol...? [WAIT] Don't drink it.
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[a pause, as he mentions the cloth. just for a second. hm. okay, anyway, she pulls the bottle out and looks at it. what is this. can she smell it.]
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there's not much left, of whatever liquid was in here, but the minute she takes the top off of it, it doesn't really matter, because the smell of it hits them both immediately, wafting upwards. it is strong.
the liquid is fiercely medicinal, whatever it is. there's no label on the bottle, but it smells like medicine. it's sharp, the tang of it almost - cold. ]
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Let's not fuck with that. That's higher than the shit the League uses. Christ.
[He takes one hand away and fans the air near them, praying it wasn't anything that could be narcotic in the air. He's assuming it's the drinking type.]
You know if Aquila is sick, or something? It's almost empty.
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he grabs her hands and puts the cork back on and she just. stares at it. a long pause.]
... Oh, he's about to be. [she says, faintly. and then, a little more forcefully:] Fuck.
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anyway the innocent little bottle is now corked again. it looks like it wasn't anything narcotic! you will not become immediately high by smelling it. it's just the drinking type. i have nothing else useful to add. ]
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[He tries to take the bottle from Lup, but that depends on whether or not she lets him.]
Here, put this back. Put all this where you found it. I don't want them to know anyone was in here. I couldn't mention the key to any of them, so we're definitely breaking and entering.
[Oh, there are three books in here, I can't remember if Lup checked them or not. What are these three books.]
I'll check the bed.
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It's fine, I'll put everything back. I don't want it. [her ears are pressed down and back against her skull, like an angry cat.]
Check the bed. [why does she sound so mad hello]
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the first one is a slim volume: Haiku Poetry.
the second is a novel - the picture of dorian gray. aquila's well read!
the third says a guide to spellcasting: 5th edition. there are a few dog eared pages.
i also forgot to mention there's a plant on their desk! it maybe had some white flowers at one point but it is super dead now.
who knows why lup sounds so mad! not me. anyway, jason and lup can check the bed. it is very well made, like precision so. only one of the pillows really looks used. there's a stuffed raven sitting at the foot of the bed. ]
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Like any self-respecting, good man, Jason hesitates before he turns to the bed.] Lup? Yo. [He takes her by the arm, but it's gentle. So she'll stop for a second and look at him.]
What's wrong? You're not telling me shit here. What does any of this mean to you? To Aquila?
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I recognize the shit in that bottle. I know who Aquila is, but I don't know if I can tell you. I don't want to get - they can't get in trouble for this. [...] It's... it's okay. Let's keep looking, and make sure we're not missing anything that can tell us how to get out of our contracts or something.
[a pause, and she just... gently takes his hand off her arm, and takes it, holding his hand with her own.]
Anything on the bed? [is there anything we haven't looked at in here...]
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nothing else! this sweep shows that the room is very clean, really, and that's about it. unless they wanted to go back over anywhere one last time? they've been in here for a while. ]
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[It's enough that he accepts it. He squeezes her hand, letting her be for now. He will go over to check the bed, sure. Oh, he takes the flashlight also. HE IS GOING TO MESS UP ALL OF THESE COVERS. Just kidding.
He looks under the pillows, maybe shakes them to see if anything falls out. Look, he's a Bat. He knows where shit goes. Then he'll check under the bed with the flashlight. PLEASE DON'T LET A BRA BE UNDER HERE. It's going to be Lup's bra.]
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she'll do one more sweep of the desk to make sure it doesn't have any like, hidden compartments, but otherwise:]
We should probably go soon. I don't want to get caught in the act. Close the window before we go.
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searching the pillows, he finds - another black feather! it's in one of the fluffier pillows that looks like it hasn't been used. this feather is bigger than the smaller ones jason found - like a wing feather. it's slightly iridescent. there's also a small pouch under one of the pillows, but it appears to just be some kind of potpourri or something. it smells a bit like lavender.
lup sees no hidden compartments in the desk! just a half finished mug of coffee, the notes from before, the dead plant, and then the two drawers with their original contents. she's hit with that medicinal smell again when she pulls the bottom drawer open and closes it. ]
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He. Will take this feather, too, I guess. It's fine. "Don't take anything," Jason Todd says, taking something. Judging these old Asian granny sleep aides a bit, it's fine. Also? He stands up, hesitates, grits his teeth, then climbs back down to dig the books out from under the bed. WHO LEAVES BOOKS ON THE FLOOR BENEATH THE BED? NO.
And yes, he is actually fluent in a handful of languages, even Chinese, but it isn't fantasy Chinese, and also mg blocks him which is fine. He doesn't try to read the books necessarily anyway, he is going to go put them in the desk with the other three books. He's grumbling something about leaving books on the floor as he goes to close the curtain back.
The flashlight is still on, though. He points it at Lup's knees so it isn't in her face.]
That it? [He gives this big, iridescent feather to Lup.] Not much except this.
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actually can she take the notes from before? since jason is fuckin' taking things from this room she might as well. she's also going to check the dead plant quickly to see if there's anything hidden in it or if it's just a dead plant. dumps the half-finished coffee into the plant's dirt after to check if there's anything in the mug.
when jason comes back over, she blinks at the feather and takes it...] What the fuck is that. Why is it so big.
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she can. take the notes. sure! she still can't read them.
anyway jason is being a big baby but perhaps this person simply was reading them and they got kicked as you were moving around. huh? huh? anyway. the curtains closes, leaving them in darkness, and the starlight hotel mug is dumped into the plant. wow.
who knows about the feather, though! can't explain it. if the two are done in here, though, they will feel a sense they need to get going, and quickly - something is forming in the corner of the room that looks like it could be a shadow.
time to scoot! kicks you out. ]
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[OH SHIT. He slings the flashlight at the corner, then grabs Lup gently by the arm to start pushing her toward the door.]
No time. Move. Don't stop.
[Going to haul ass out of here, making sure she is first, and then shutting the door behind them. GOODBYE.]