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[quackery]

Who: zealouspeter, quackery, and you.
When: Varying times during the day!
Where: Different vents (and rooms) in the city.
Summary: Vent adventures.
Warnings: Children doing things that they probably shouldn't. Will update this if necessary!

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[killerbills]

[Morning finds the scarred surgeon in his bed with a cup of coffee and a pile of papers. He's still researching as much as he can about this weird place he's found himself in; trying to plan out how he's going to make the most of his first week.

The sounds are at first, ignored. They're fairly chintzy apartments to start with, so he suspects rodents are the culprits. As they get louder though, he looks up from what he's reading, eyes narrowed in a mixture of annoyance and confusion.

He stands up slowly, setting his coffee down on his bedside table as he tries to get an idea of the exact location of the sounds.]

[quackery]

[After a moment, the noises stop. A pause, just long enough that he might begin to think the source has gone away.

Then, if he's paying attention, he might notice small fingers curled around the grate of his air duct for a brief moment. More shuffling noises, another pause, and then - muffled voices, of all things, though they aren't loud enough to discern specific words.]

[killerbills]

[Oh, he's paying attention. The sight of fingers causes him to reach into his pocket for a scalpel -- until he realizes how small they are.

And while he can't discern the words, the tone of the voices is most certainly on the young side.

For now, he decides to quietly edge his way along the wall, hoping to stay out of the line of sight of whoever is in the duct.]

[zealouspeter]

["Let's just go in!" is what's being whispered, in what they may or may not believe is a sneaky fashion. if they do notice the approaching man, they don't seem to talking about it.]

[there is a few more clunking noises, a very muffled ouch, but then things grow deathly silent the moment after. they'd make horrible spies, really.]

["It's cramped, anyway," more whispered words, even less concealment.]

[quackery]

[But a few seconds after, the grate falls to the ground. If he looks towards the vent, he'll see shifting clothing for a few seconds.]