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[gadaboutdetective]

Who: Watts and assorted. Thus far Alex, Enis, Rhy, and Richie. You want one? Let me know!
When: Through the month of August & September probably
What: assorted personalized logs for the event. Gen Open ones will go over on the main log post!
Warnings: None yet, will add if it comes up.

See below for the thread top levels!

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[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn gave Apophenia a small hello, patting the dog’s head in greeting before he focused on the question. Honestly, the answer was probably (definitely) no. Not because he wasn’t prepared to investigate so much as the fact that he wasn’t even sure how to go about poking this particular beehive. Not that it would stop him, of course! The detective tended to poke around blindly until an answer fell out from somewhere... or something bad happened.

It was a toss up on what the results would be here.

“As ready as either of us will be, I expect.” He responded with a small nod, starting to walk with a side glance at Alex. “Mm... I admit, this isn’t the sort of nest I’m accustomed to poking. Less mundane and more—” He doesn’t finish the sentence, hand waving vaguely instead to perhaps suggest ‘weird future magic shit’ in more polite terms.

“Other than domes disappearing, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?” Alex was observant, most journalists were, it was a valuable trait in a situation like this.

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Alex gets the hand gesture. After all, the last three years for her at home had been her investigating weird magic shit from the foundational skill set of a journalist, and it was one of those things that had both helped and hinder her in that instance. But it had at least given her a starting point, and it's given her one now, even as the walls seem to go tighter and tighter around her as people try to move their entire lives into fewer and fewer domes.

Alex doesn't like it. At all. And the reason that she doesn't like it is for a simple reason:

"You mean other than the boiling anger and sense of resentment from the older population?" The words are followed with a sigh, and Alex just presses her fingers against her dog like some sort of touch stone. "It'd happened pretty seriously with the stuff around the Moss and the older residents kind of acting like we weren't supposed to be here. I mean, I got taken early so I missed a lot of it."

Which actually stops Alex short with a frown, and she reaches out and puts a hand on Llewellyn's arm. "Before we poke too hard, you should know that the last time we poked at these sort of things, everyone who was investigating it was... Well, we died and then instead of coming back to life in our domes where we were supposed to, the Moss controlling the Sphere was able to stop us from resurrecting where they were supposed to. It was me and Aaron and Rhys," the sadness that her friends are gone lingers there. "And they took the council. Well, Max and Laurie, it seemed like Annie but we didn't know that she was a..." How to put this both more and less delicate.

"She was a robot, a really life like and human looking one who a resident who left had made in Max's daughter's image. She'd thought that she was doing him a favor. She wasn't. Instead Annie just reminded Max of a daughter who he'd never see grow up to look like that." Which makes Alex sad all over again.

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn’s face shifted to something of an awkward grimace at the reminder of the unrest starting to spread already. He hadn’t been here for any of the prior events, but he had certainly seen what a city full of people who didn’t like the presence of specific people could do. It was frightening, ugly, and dangerous. “Well... one could argue that we aren’t supposed to be here, but that’s hardly our fault. Not that the older population will be thinking particularly rationally about that if this all gets worse. Oh— and I did mean other than that, I suppose.”

And it was a bit frustrating, because a small part of him actually liked some aspects of living here. Not the nightmares or the memory shares of course... but the freedom to just be as he was, and the people he’d befriended. It somehow was as much a home as the one he had back in Toronto. In some ways it was almost more...

Llewellyn slows his steps, pulling to a stop when Alex lightly put a hand on his arm, a curious expression crossing his face at that. “Hm? Ah...” He mumbled a little, taking a moment to consider his response to that little detail. It’s only a moment though, before he’s shaking his head a little. He looks serious, and a touch concerned. More for her than himself, “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been in danger of dying because I poked around a case. Nor would it even be the second.” He added with a small sad smile, “But... I could also investigate on my own, you needn’t get mixed up in all this after what happened last time. It might be better to have someone who knows more available should something happen, to tell the others what’s happening if I did stumble on something.”

He knows Alex though, knows she’s just as stubborn as he is when it comes to figuring out the truth. It still needed to be suggested though, she needed to know he wouldn’t think less of her if she wanted to sit this out. Llewellyn was used to working on his own, as much as he preferred to have a partner.

The detective tilted his head, alarm rather apparent as he listened to a further recount of the events surrounding the moss. “The council as well— um... I wonder if we shouldn’t make sure someone keeps an eye on them, if only to make sure they remain safe. The people need those who can organize and keep things running as smoothly as possible if things happen.” It’s not even just knowing that Rhy sat on the council now, he respected both Laurie and Max in a way. Even if he wasn’t sure what they thought of him in general, though news that they might request his assistance did help some.

And the people would need them...

“And that can’t have been easy for them to handle last time, I... knew about Max’s daughter being gone, but I didn’t know that the third council member had been meant to look like her?” Even if it had been well-intentioned, it would almost seem cruel in its own way.