Javert ✍ 008
Who: Inspector Javert, Naomi Hunter
Where: Naomi's lab
Style: First
Status: If you want to threadcrash, you are totally welcome to.
[It would be a gross understatement to say Javert is 'in the neighborhood.' In fact, he was right around the corner from Naomi's lab when he finished his call with her, fully counting on her being there. The arrangement gives him right of entry, after all, and surely she does not expect him to arrive so quickly. That gives him ample time to make a quick... inspection of a vacated room or two.]
[Inspector Javert silently sidles through the front door of the lab, satisfied to find an empty room. He begins a slow stride around the room, pausing by a long table full of strange unnameable contraptions.]
[And on that table he sees it.]
[Not the equipment. Not the strange cylindrical glassware full of unidentifiable liquids. Not the window with moving images.]
[It's a clipboard.]
[From his pocket, he draws two small prescription bottles and stares intently, in turn, from the labels to the clipboard and back again.]
[His expression darkens.]
Where: Naomi's lab
Style: First
Status: If you want to threadcrash, you are totally welcome to.
[It would be a gross understatement to say Javert is 'in the neighborhood.' In fact, he was right around the corner from Naomi's lab when he finished his call with her, fully counting on her being there. The arrangement gives him right of entry, after all, and surely she does not expect him to arrive so quickly. That gives him ample time to make a quick... inspection of a vacated room or two.]
[Inspector Javert silently sidles through the front door of the lab, satisfied to find an empty room. He begins a slow stride around the room, pausing by a long table full of strange unnameable contraptions.]
[And on that table he sees it.]
[Not the equipment. Not the strange cylindrical glassware full of unidentifiable liquids. Not the window with moving images.]
[It's a clipboard.]
[From his pocket, he draws two small prescription bottles and stares intently, in turn, from the labels to the clipboard and back again.]
[His expression darkens.]