rhymes with demon: liz

[tantric_slacker]

Hard to say exactly when the note is left with the Bar, addressed Liz Whitaker. Harder still to say how it was left.

It is written on plain white paper.

The handwriting is hard to pin down.

It's time you and I had a chat.

Don't you think?

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[porcupineliz]

Liz spent the night at home, in the end. But she's come back into Milliways, after less sleep than she would like, and approached the Bar in search of coffee.

Right now she's looking down at the note, rereading it, sipping from a steaming mug.

Well.

She leaves notes at the bar for Matt, for Nita, for Sherlock, and (in case) for Jordie; the latter includes the silver chain bracelet she brought for him. She's got another around her own wrist, a silver pendant on a chain around her neck, and a silver spoon tucked up each sleeve and held with an elastic band; she's also got salt in her pockets, along with a few other odds and ends.

She's holding the note in one hand when she starts toward the stairs, heading for the library.

[tantric_slacker]

There is nothing to stop her.

It's a little chilly up here, but you know how these interdimensional bed and breakfasts are.

So drafty.

[porcupineliz]

At the top of the stairs she pauses, looking right, looking left.

The hallways stretch out blank and empty.

[tantric_slacker]

It's all perfectly normal-- no mutable architecture, no screams.

At the end of the hall, before a fork right, a light flickers briefly.