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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2023-08-09 02:17 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2023-08-09 02:17 pm
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MHA #8; Very Late Wednesday Night [08/09].
As the night at Caritas went on (and on and on) without Stark showing up, Summer started to get more and more (and more) antsy about it. Like, sure, okay, she got that not everyone could make it to the bar every Wednesday, and that was fine, but this was Stark they were talking about, who almost always showed up for jello night. Not to mention the fact that they'd specifically made plans. Add to the fact that he wasn't even texting her back or even answering her calls (because, yes, she even called!) and people were going missing left and right, it seemed?
Yeah. Something was definitely up.
But before she was going to jump to any conclusions about Stark having met the same fate as Gladio and Prompto and Watts and all the rest, she was going to at least swing by his apartment to make sure he hadn't found himself in the middle of some unrelated issue, because, knowing Stark, he very well could have been.
She knocked on the door and got no answer. She knocked again and called out and still no answer. She tried texting and calling again, and still, nothing, so she sighed and knelt down in front of the door to pull out her trusty lockpicking tools to let herself in.
It had been a while, since she got to do a little B&E. She kind of missed it, actually.
But there were more important things to worry about right now.
"Stark?" she called out into the darkness of the apartment as she finally got the door open and crept her way inside. She flicked on the light and was very relieved to not, like, find his body, like, sprawled out on the living room floor or anything, but the fact that he was clearly not here made her frown deeply. She moved in further, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick retreat, and started to poke around for clues or hints as to what might have happened, if he'd even managed to make it back to his apartment after Shenanigans or if whatever was kidnapping people got him en route.
And honestly? At this point? She was also going to just sort of look around for signs of raccoons. With everyone else being kidnapped, after all, it seemed like the perfect opportunity, didn't it, for certain obsessed trashed bandits to seize the chance to finally make off with him without anyone thinking too much about it, right? Just another disappearance, nothing to see here...
Or maybe that was just how she thought.
Either way, she might need to pay a visit to a certain raccoon-run distillery tomorrow and start asking some questions....
[[ mostly establishly, but, hey, if you want to catch her, she'd definitely there! ]]
Yeah. Something was definitely up.
But before she was going to jump to any conclusions about Stark having met the same fate as Gladio and Prompto and Watts and all the rest, she was going to at least swing by his apartment to make sure he hadn't found himself in the middle of some unrelated issue, because, knowing Stark, he very well could have been.
She knocked on the door and got no answer. She knocked again and called out and still no answer. She tried texting and calling again, and still, nothing, so she sighed and knelt down in front of the door to pull out her trusty lockpicking tools to let herself in.
It had been a while, since she got to do a little B&E. She kind of missed it, actually.
But there were more important things to worry about right now.
"Stark?" she called out into the darkness of the apartment as she finally got the door open and crept her way inside. She flicked on the light and was very relieved to not, like, find his body, like, sprawled out on the living room floor or anything, but the fact that he was clearly not here made her frown deeply. She moved in further, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick retreat, and started to poke around for clues or hints as to what might have happened, if he'd even managed to make it back to his apartment after Shenanigans or if whatever was kidnapping people got him en route.
And honestly? At this point? She was also going to just sort of look around for signs of raccoons. With everyone else being kidnapped, after all, it seemed like the perfect opportunity, didn't it, for certain obsessed trashed bandits to seize the chance to finally make off with him without anyone thinking too much about it, right? Just another disappearance, nothing to see here...
Or maybe that was just how she thought.
Either way, she might need to pay a visit to a certain raccoon-run distillery tomorrow and start asking some questions....
[[ mostly establishly, but, hey, if you want to catch her, she'd definitely there! ]]