08/17/2012

[inthatwild]

WHO: 2012 Persona Users
WHERE: The Abaton Museum of National History.
WHEN: August 17th, 1934, around noon?
WHY: Reopened museum? That new paint is suspicious white! Monthly event time!

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[azuranthine]

"Sure," Lillian said to Rolf, happily linking arms with him. "You're not too late. We just came inside." She knew better than to ask if everything was all right. With Rolf's mother, it usually was; it was just a matter of persuading her.

Lillian was at a bit of a loss of where to go first. Four floors seemed like an awful lot of space to cover in a short period of time, at least, if they were thorough.

"I guess we could start looking around at what's on this floor and work our way up. We could probably cover more ground if we split up into groups," she said thoughtfully after a moment. "But I'm not certain what we should look for."

Briefly, James's account of the murderous car currently rampaging in his time period flashed through her memory. This was a museum but what were the odds that car would still be around today and that it would be here today? It was true that a lot of highly likely events had been happening of late, like meeting a childhood friend she hadn't seen in years here at Abaton, but that would be pushing it a little beyond the boundaries of logic. Wouldn't it?

And so Lillian kept silent.

[cemetaryeyes]

As the group made their way inside and Rolf joined up, Ezra got out his phone and sent a text to the last remaining straggler. Lester would know to come find them inside, if he hadn't forgotten about the opening that is. Ezra ended his teasing with a smiley face before turned his attention to the new interior of the museum.

It was an impressive sight to be sure, but the aesthetics didn't hold his interest for long. His eyes followed the staircases up, taking in the scale of the place. It dwarfed the museum he and Lillian had explored fruitlessly earlier in the month. There had to be something in here...

"Hmm, sounds good. We could do two to a floor or something." They might be looking for awhile, it seemedthe principal wasn't the type to spell things out. Unless it was supposed to be obvious... Ezra shrugged and turned to the others. "Well, if we don't have any leads... maybe we'll know it when we see it?"

*logs into the right journal* -_-;;

[azuranthine]

"I might have a lead," Lillian admitted reluctantly, eyes downcast. If she was wrong about this, the worst that could happen was that she would look like an idiot in front of her new friends and a bunch of people she didn't know that well. But if she was right, they might be one step closer to solving the mystery at hand. The probability was slim, at best, but honestly, what else did they have to go on? An unlikely lead was better than wasting the opportunity they'd been been given.

"I heard a story about a big, black car that killed people in the city a long time ago. It may have gotten lost and wound up here somewhere. We could look for it while we are here."

[andsheletsgo]

The museum's interior was even more than Heather had expected. It looked so big, so pretty, so regal and impressive that she couldn't help but stare at it with her mouth open for a little while before she realised that the others were already having a conversation about something. More people she didn't know (or didn't know all that well) seemed to have joined in the mean time too, so she quietly made herself into little more than some background wallpaper. Everyone seemed to know each other so well compared to how she knew them, so.. she shouldn't interrupt, right?

It wasn't until she realised what the conversation the others were having was actually about that she spoke up out of the blue in surprise. "A-a car that killed people..?!" Just when the monster things had calmed down again since that one time something like that had to be brought up. Even though Lillian said that it had happened a long time ago it still seemed a bit scary somehow. Or at the very least uncomfortable.

[azuranthine]

"It happened about eighty years ago. I'm sure somebody stopped it." Someone had to have done something about it, Lillian guessed. None of the curators she'd spoken to had mentioned it. "If it was still on the loose, there would have been a media trail following it through history. Or I think there'd be one, anyway."

Lillian stepped toward Heather, arm still hooked with Rolf's, and tried to smile at her reassuringly. "It's just a story that I heard. I thought that someone here might know more."

After all, Jimmy hadn't been able to tell her what had become of the car since the situation hadn't yet been resolved in his time. If she turned up empty again, she'd write Jimmy again with a request for an update and more information. Maybe enough time had passed for some sort of outcome to have been determined there.

[inthatwild]

"A car that kills people?" The thought bothered the small girl. She hid her shutter at the idea by crossing her arms defiantly. "That's ridiculous. There must've been someone driving and that someone is probably long gone if it was eighty years ago." At least, that's how she was able to reassure herself that there was no way something like that could have really existed. Or, well, at least made the idea more logical than Lillian had presented. Given the circumstances it was actually believable, but denial always seemed like the best answer when it came to fears.

Emi shrugged off the notion altogether. "Anyway, so splitting up then? We can just call and text each other and meet back here if anything comes up. Okay?" Rather than wait for them to make a decision or even wait to see who would be going with her, she waved her hand dismissively and started off down the hallway of the first floor.

She hadn't looked at the map, but judging by the hallway signs the floors seemed to have been divided by specific time periods. The one she had started down was obviously focused on more recent history, so it was probably safe to assume that the older items were at the top. It seemed like a rather backwards way to organize things to her, but it was easy enough to look over. That just meant that what they were looking for, whatever it was, was probably on a higher floor.

[azuranthine]

Lillian kept silent. This wasn't the place or time to argue with Emi, especially since she already walking on ahead and it'd just cut into their exploration time. She doubted Jimmy would've been so insistent on being so careful if there'd been a driver. Neither would he have called it a demon car unless he'd been certain that was the case. But Emi didn't know her source and frankly, Lillian wasn't up for discussing Jimmy or the mailboxes just then. As far as she knew, no one besides her and Lester was still experimenting with them.

"I'll go with Emi," she said, slipping her arm out of Rolf's grasp. "You guys can decide amongst yourselves what you want to do." She smiled at everyone, lingering on Rolf and Heather briefly, before following after Emi.

She looked around the hallway as she walked, as if finally noticing the new decor. It was really pretty in here. She noticed the same things Emi had about the way the exhibits were arranged except it made sense to her. Older relics were generally worth more; they'd be harder to steal and smuggle out through lower floors.

[cemetaryeyes]

Now that was an interesting little story. Ezra wondered what had happened to it, whether the driver had ever been caught or if one day he had simply tired of the disturbing game and left the trail cold. It had the feel of an urban legend, though - it was just difficult to imagine a serial killer running loose in what seemed like such a calm city... if you could call what might be a string of hit-and-runs such a thing.

"Guess I'll take the second floor then..."

Ezra glanced over the group, eyes gleaming with some hidden amusement, before starting towards the nearest set of stairs. As he passed, he discreetly hooked a finger into the back of Anthony's vest, tugging him along with. "I'm keeping my eye on you," he muttered under his breath, voice light but promising some dark retribution.

[skinnendesol]

A big, black car that killed people. What popped up in Rolf's mind was the image of a black monster truck he'd found on the Internet, and while something like that could definitely kill people, he doubted something as big as that existed back then (judging from Jimmy's reaction). Well, that just makes things harder, doesn't it-- finding a monster truck in a museum would've been a piece of cake.

Speaking of cake. Rolf's eyes wandered over to the buffet table. Free food-- something he could not, in good conscience, pass up. Lillian should be all right with Emi, and it seemed Ezra and that kid would be heading upstairs.

"Looks like it's just us." He turned to the two girls-- one he knew as Ama, and the other... he wasn't so sure about, so he had to remedy that. "Name's Rolf," he smiled at the girl with the glasses, holding out his hand. "You two wanna get some food before we head upstairs?"

[andsheletsgo]

By the time Heather realised that everyone was already splitting up to see all of the museum most of the people were gone already. The blonde boy was entirely unfamiliar - although she supposed she might have seen him around school a few times - and she had to admit that even though she recognized the girl from the night they gained their Persona Heather had to think long and hard about that night to realise her name - Ama.

The name the boy provided seemed.. quite familiar, though. "Rolf..? As in Lillian's friend Rolf?" She stuck out her hand very nervously, as if she might catch some kind of disease if she would touch someone else, but ended up shaking hands nonetheless with a very tiny and tense smile. "I'm Heather. Um, I think we spoke online once.." She glanced over to Ama with that small tiny smile as well. She felt like she had to at least try in this kind of situation, even though she was more than just nervous with two people she barely knew.