~thirty-six~ [event!]
[Ema's still shaking off death number four--probably the worst one yet, given that Klavier was right behind her when she took the bullet to her head and probably ended up with no small amount of her blood on him--but the town is spiraling into chaos and she feels like she needs to do something. If not because it's the Right Thing to Do, which is generally her modus operandi in dealing with these things but is becoming harder and harder to justify with no tangible results, then because it will give her a much-needed sense of organization and structure.
There's a battle going on in the Dairy. Ema's smart enough to stay away from it; she's no soldier and has no desire to die a second time. There will be plenty of others headed that way to investigate what's there. She'll leave that to people who can defend themselves better than she can.
The Post Office is open. To Ema, that seems like the far more obvious destination. With the Postman dead, it's possible that all of the weirdness died with him... but there might be traces. She'd be remiss to skip the opportunity.
So, to the phones she goes:]
I'm not going to the Dairy. I'll be more of a liability than any help to anyone investigating there. Those of you who are going: good luck.
I am, however, headed to the Post Office to investigate any traces of anything that the Postman might have left behind. Anyone who's able or willing to help me there, please meet me there. If we comb the place over scientifically, we might find something useful. And if we don't find anything... that's data, too.
Data is the best weapon we have. I plan on arming myself as much as I can with it.
[Filtered to Edward Nigma, if he's even near his phone.]
Obviously, we're not meeting today.
[Awkward pause.]
Try not to get yourself killed.
[Filtered to Klavier Gavin.]
I hope you're okay.
I love you, and after all of this is over we're locking ourselves in a room somewhere for awhile and not opening it for anyone.
((ooc: I'm going to put up an actual log for this sometime later this evening! :) This investigation is moderator-approved. ))
ETA: Log can be found here!
There's a battle going on in the Dairy. Ema's smart enough to stay away from it; she's no soldier and has no desire to die a second time. There will be plenty of others headed that way to investigate what's there. She'll leave that to people who can defend themselves better than she can.
The Post Office is open. To Ema, that seems like the far more obvious destination. With the Postman dead, it's possible that all of the weirdness died with him... but there might be traces. She'd be remiss to skip the opportunity.
So, to the phones she goes:]
I'm not going to the Dairy. I'll be more of a liability than any help to anyone investigating there. Those of you who are going: good luck.
I am, however, headed to the Post Office to investigate any traces of anything that the Postman might have left behind. Anyone who's able or willing to help me there, please meet me there. If we comb the place over scientifically, we might find something useful. And if we don't find anything... that's data, too.
Data is the best weapon we have. I plan on arming myself as much as I can with it.
[Filtered to Edward Nigma, if he's even near his phone.]
Obviously, we're not meeting today.
[Awkward pause.]
Try not to get yourself killed.
[Filtered to Klavier Gavin.]
I hope you're okay.
I love you, and after all of this is over we're locking ourselves in a room somewhere for awhile and not opening it for anyone.
((ooc: I'm going to put up an actual log for this sometime later this evening! :) This investigation is moderator-approved. ))
ETA: Log can be found here!