O, let me not be mad, not mad
Who: Mad-Eye Moody and you!
When: October 21st-24th; pick a time
Where: Sector 3, by the library, or Sector 2, by the police station there
Summary: Meet a paranoid old cranky wizard scouting things out in his version of recon.
Warnings: None yet.
Four weeks, three experiments with Apparition gone awry, five near escapes from Darkness monsters -- damned if he wasn't slowing down, not the best thing to happen when danger was, if anything, more prominent than ever -- and naturally, Moody was no closer to finding a real answer than before.
It wasn't easy for him to accept. This wasn't the kind of single-minded pursuit problem he was accustomed to; there was no one to out-think or to trap, but only an implacable device that seemed bent on keeping everyone here and then... doing nothing. That was most troubling. He didn't have much belief in an afterlife, himself -- though no convictions one way or another -- yet here he was, and if anything, the problem was the close verisimilitude to life that this place displayed...
But he hardly pursued those thoughts beyond that point. Ultimately, though, there were only two ways to proceed: first, what was more like Dumbledore than Moody himself--read, wait, and see; and second, take action. Experiment. Explore. And keep your guard damned high while you were at it. He would reluctantly undertake both to the extent possible.
With that in mind, during the daytime, he can be found around the library area. Trying to read a book while it was on the shelf is a tricky matter even for his eye, so he stays inside, a bowler hat pulled low over his face, and sits at a table in the corner, getting up and switching locations every thirty minutes.
Or he can be found outside the police station, eyeing with particular interest any captured criminals that are taken in or out, though also just sizing up the entering and exiting police officers and examining the defenses of the place. It all amounts to him hunched over in a dark-ish corner, staring, with a whirring sound coming from below that hat.
If you're out at night, you might also encounter him stalking around in the same general areas, extremely twitchy, blasting whatever monsters (or people) that so much as stir, and clunking around on his wooden leg in a rather ungainly manner, and half-muttering to himself, half to the staff he's carrying to the side.
When: October 21st-24th; pick a time
Where: Sector 3, by the library, or Sector 2, by the police station there
Summary: Meet a paranoid old cranky wizard scouting things out in his version of recon.
Warnings: None yet.
Four weeks, three experiments with Apparition gone awry, five near escapes from Darkness monsters -- damned if he wasn't slowing down, not the best thing to happen when danger was, if anything, more prominent than ever -- and naturally, Moody was no closer to finding a real answer than before.
It wasn't easy for him to accept. This wasn't the kind of single-minded pursuit problem he was accustomed to; there was no one to out-think or to trap, but only an implacable device that seemed bent on keeping everyone here and then... doing nothing. That was most troubling. He didn't have much belief in an afterlife, himself -- though no convictions one way or another -- yet here he was, and if anything, the problem was the close verisimilitude to life that this place displayed...
But he hardly pursued those thoughts beyond that point. Ultimately, though, there were only two ways to proceed: first, what was more like Dumbledore than Moody himself--read, wait, and see; and second, take action. Experiment. Explore. And keep your guard damned high while you were at it. He would reluctantly undertake both to the extent possible.
With that in mind, during the daytime, he can be found around the library area. Trying to read a book while it was on the shelf is a tricky matter even for his eye, so he stays inside, a bowler hat pulled low over his face, and sits at a table in the corner, getting up and switching locations every thirty minutes.
Or he can be found outside the police station, eyeing with particular interest any captured criminals that are taken in or out, though also just sizing up the entering and exiting police officers and examining the defenses of the place. It all amounts to him hunched over in a dark-ish corner, staring, with a whirring sound coming from below that hat.
If you're out at night, you might also encounter him stalking around in the same general areas, extremely twitchy, blasting whatever monsters (or people) that so much as stir, and clunking around on his wooden leg in a rather ungainly manner, and half-muttering to himself, half to the staff he's carrying to the side.