[Day 157] MEANWHILE, IN THE BASTION...

[bastionpc]

Who: Everyone who didn't go to the Observatory
Open: Open
When: Early on Day 157
Where: The apartment building, specifically Nathaniel's place
What: Plot Things for the non-exploration type
Format: action
Warnings: none

[So. A bunch of people left the Bastion on Day 156 to go to the Observatory, get some things, and possibly kill a giant plant. But not everyone went. In fact, there are a lot of people still in the Bastion, for various reasons.

And on the night of Day 156, when most people were sleeping, someone broke into Nathaniel's room and tore the place apart.

They were quiet about it, so as to keep people from stumbling upon them while they work, but they did not even try to hide the mess. They left Nathaniel's door and window open, and anyone who goes in will find everything in shambles. Things on the floor, tables overturned, dishes broken, and so forth. Whoever did this, they did a thorough job of looking through every nook and cranny in the apartment.

Nathaniel is off at the Observatory, so he can't react to the mess, and whoever did this is long gone by morning. However, other people can come across this mess and try to figure out what the hell happened. Especially if they live in the Apartments, as anyone who lives in there has to walk by the open door to leave the building.]

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[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya is no stranger to this level of mess, though usually it's from battles with demons or vengeful witches more than plain old ransacking. She surveys the room from the doorway, trying to figure out what sort of valuables may have been taken.]

Well, this certainly makes a person and her belongings feel safe.

[croceamors]

[Oh hey Anya, he was just coming back to get something of his from your apartment. Why is something of his at your apartment? Eh. You know.]

It had to happen last night, then, wouldn't it? [Why was Saix at the apartments last night before this could have happened? Eh. You know.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Yes, last night. Last night when you could have slept over.

What if they'd tried to come and take my things? Fat lot of help you'd have been.

[She pushes at his shoulder.]

[croceamors]

[He'll take that shove, not looking impressed. More because of what she's saying than doing, honestly.]

What would they have stolen from you, your supply of condoms? In fact, most of us don't have anything worth stealing.

[It's the end of the world. The nicest things most of them have gotten were from the festival and even then most of those were more sentimental that Saix could see. So the question is... Saix makes a gesture and a mental command to the Berserker Nobody waiting outside. After a second, the large Nobody appears inside with a camera in its large hands that Saix takes.]

[He'll pay you back later, Roxas, but right now he doesn't want to bother with niceties like asking.]

I wonder what Nathaniel has worth stealing. Or... "had" as the case might be.

[dontyoujustwish]

Or my vibrator. There are plenty of women here who don't seem to be having any sex. You never know what that kind of frustration might drive a person to.

[Screw you, Saix, she totally has something worth stealing.]

I don't know. Wasn't he in some sort of fight recently?

Where did you get the camera?

[croceamors]

Do you often talk about your vibrator in public so that people can know where to steal one, then?

[These are the kinds of conversations he has now. Yep. At least it's still better than dealing with most of his dead coworkers. He takes a picture of the mess from the doorway and then starts to step inside.]

Yes, but from what I understood, both of them went to the Observatory with that large party. [Click.] As for this, it belongs to someone I know. We might as well document everything before anyone else comes to make more of a mess.

[dontyoujustwish]

Well, I'm certainly not going to now.

[It's Anya. If she considered vibrators to be relevant, of course she would talk about hers in public.

She steps in after him, being careful not to trip over anything.]

Do you enjoy playing detective?

[croceamors]

Not particularly. [Click.] However, we're a mess as it is. Anyone who is willing to turn against one of their "own" and disrupt what's managed to be built here needs to be eradicated immediately.

That's after we find out just what was so important for them to find. Nathaniel was one of the first people here, wasn't he?

[dontyoujustwish]

Eradicated?

[Okay, it's possible that if Nathanial were a woman she wouldn't consider that slightly extreme.]

Maybe they were after information. That can be valuable enough.

[croceamors]

[There's a pause, and Saix looks back a bit uncertainly.]

...Too harsh a punishment, then?

[He's remembering his conversation with Viola. As for the suggestion of information, well, that's certainly something.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Maybe. Humans have some kind of saying about this, someone mentioned it to me recently... The punishment should fit the crime? I think you'd normally impose a hefty fine or lock them up or something.

Not that there seems to be any actual rule of law out here. It's a wonder more of us aren't eradicating each other when you think of it that way.

[croceamors]

[...Shit he's been in the Organization too long.]

I suppose we could make a basic prison if it came down to it. [He's going to go back to taking pictures..] Most of the people here seem too soft to want to try and murder one another when it's far easier for them to cooperate.

[dontyoujustwish]

Right. Special circumstances with the end of the world and all that.

Anyway we have to catch this person first.

[croceamors]

We do.

[He finishes photographing the crime scene and hands the camera to the Berserker once again.]

Care to help me look around or shall I do all the dirty work?

[Which he doesn't mind, really, but he figures he should ask.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Well...

I suppose I can help. I'll sleep easier once we catch this person.

[croceamors]

It will work in everyone's favor.

I'll work through the dining room and living room. Care to take on his bedroom?

[dontyoujustwish]

Now why would you ask me to look there?

[Kinky.

Well, it's as good a place to search as any. She's not sure what she's looking for but she'll pick her way across the floor to the bedroom.]

[croceamors]

Your other options are the kitchen and the bathroom.

[And Nathaniel is a young 20-something, neither of those places are probably appealing right now. Saix is just looking for anything that's out of place, and taking note of how utterly trashed the place is.]

They were certainly thorough, whoever they were...

[dontyoujustwish]

[She answers from inside the bedroom.]

He might as well take the few belongings that aren't broken and move into a new apartment.

This mattress is hardly fit to sleep on anymore.

[Guess that rules out using it for inappropriate purposes.]

[croceamors]

[As always, your priorities are in perfect order, Anya.]

That's likely what he'll have to do if he doesn't want to clear this entire apartment out.

What else can you think of that he might have had which was valuable? [It's asked as he lifts up a flipped over table to see if there's anything underneath.] He's the one in charge of looking over the Bastion, so perhaps tools related to it?

[dontyoujustwish]

You think someone would go to this much trouble looking for tools? And who would hide them well enough to make someone tear the whole place apart to find them?

[She pokes through the contents of his wardrobe, now strewn across the floor.]

If they even did find what they were looking for.

[croceamors]

If they're specific to the Bastion? It's a possibility. It isn't as though we have an inventory of what Nathaniel keeps in his room.

[Any books, Nate? Saix is going through them.]

Although that does raise a good point...

[dontyoujustwish]

If it's important enough, he might carry it with him.

[croceamors]

We're assuming that smart. Speaking from experience, sometimes the academically intelligent ones lack a startlingly large amount of common sense.

[dontyoujustwish]

He was at least smart enough to do a good job hiding it...

[A thoughtful pause.]

Oh! Is this how people cover their tracks? You know, we can't tell what was taken from where because everything is completely trashed. He could be terrible at hiding things.