[ It's Sunday, which means Arthur's foregoing his usual homemade coffee for a trip to one of the cafes in the Square. Except once he gets outside, he find that the City is once again far more busy than it usually is. Which could only mean... ]

This again?

[ There's an incredulous tone in his voice as he continues on while scanning the crowds ( Read more... )

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[The scene seems normal enough. It's an office on the first floor within a larger office building with grey walls, a few framed images (M.C. Escher's work, mostly), and a mahogany desk. Someone's seated at the desk in a very comfortable-looking leather chair, his hand idly playing with a red die on the polished surface of the desk as he gazes ( Read more... )

[Silence. Or so it seems. If you listen very carefully, you can hear someone humming something softly. Is that... Yellow Submarine? Either way, it doesn't matter because that humming ends abruptly when-]

*SNAP*

[Followed by a loud crash~]

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( ooc )