1st case.

[defyantigravity]

Who: Arthur and Ariadne.
Where: The apartment.
Style: action.
Status: closed for now.

[Knockknock, Ariadne. Hopefully it's not too early in the morning. And if it is, have a lovely wake-up call. Either way, he'll be waiting outside the door (patiently). Clearly, after the last adventure they had there was a need to sit down and talk, and

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[buildingreality]

[thankfully, she's been up for a couple hours, already going through everything she had learned and slowly compiling it. It's a bit hard alone, yes, but that's really beside the point.

[at the knock, she can't help but frown - who would come by her flat so early and knock? Question answered the moment she opens it; her total lack of surprise shows in her face. Ariadne simply steps aside, glad she decided to throw on a robe that morning, and allows Arthur entrance.]

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[defyantigravity]

[Offering a polite smile and 'thank you', he walked in and took a quick glance around. What a lovely enough place. It would definitely do just fine. He'd ask for a tour later, perhaps after breakfast. That way it wasn't too much at once.]

I figured that breakfast was a wonderful time to share information. A quaint way to start the day, really.

[buildingreality]

You're in luck, then. I was just doing that. [not the breakfast part. Just coffee for now. Appetite suppressant, you know.

[She closes the door behind him, moving back to her table where she has all manner of information outlined on handwritten pages.] Did you get anything from those technicians?

[defyantigravity]

My timing is impeccible. [Close enough. Muffins are needed, though.]

Nothing useful. It seems they're rather good at keeping their secrets. Though that would seem to be expected around here. The place is rather good at keeping things in and hidden.

Then again, I suppose I'd almost be more worried if information was readily available.