[ Action ]
[ So shortly after
this, Polka returns home, all drenched and such. The quiet in the house doesn't register much because hey, it's been quiet like this before and everyone was probably asleep. Still, after hanging up her dripping cloak and parasol, she pads over to check on Frederic in his room. ]
... Frederic? .
[ ... Only he's not there. Nor are any of his belongings. ... Worried, she runs up the stairs to Viola's room and pushes open -that- door. And sees the same thing. Or rather, doesn't see. ]
Viola...?
[ Voice ]
[ Well damn. They were there when she left... and now the house seems so much more empty with just herself and Foot. Swallowing unhappily, she opens her journal in the chance that someone might be up or they'll see it in the morning. Her voice is quiet, still a bit in shock. She'll settle into depressed later. ]
... when... when your belongings are gone... that means you're no longer in Luceti, right....?
... I... I think Frederic and Viola have... [ She can't finish the sentence. ]
[ OOC: Slowslow tagging until my head doesn't feel like it's going to split open, but! ]