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There's already a purple-skinned woman sitting in 202, just picking up a pad of paper and pencil to draw. Next to her is a quarrel of long metal darts.
Tears run down her cheeks, brimming from white, pupilless eyes.
Thankfully, Monk has realized this - town? city? land? - whatever attracts people of all... kinds.
Normally, he'd stare with wide eyes and try to figure out what kind of radiation/disease/thing causes purple skin. And those eyes? Normally, he'd freak out.
But, this is not the norm for Monk. Instead, he shoots her a sympathetic glance, then pats the holster. "Yeah, sort of. I'm a detective. Trained to use it, but I sort of hope I never have to, y'know?"
He walks in, the hat back on his head and his violin over his shoulder. He walks to one of the corners, one well away from the usual area, and places it there.
He won't be using it for a little bit.
Oboe looks very worried, the little black bird on his shoulder watching him with all feathers somewhat ruffled. Seeing Monk, someone else he doesn't know, he nods his head.
Sarah Connor comes out of her room. No weapons in her hands, but she's still wearing the black sleeveless shirt, harness and combat fatigue pants. In a holster on her right leg is her trusty .45, flap velcro'd shut.
She looks to Monk - the first person she sees - and asks "What was that racket?"
She figures it's an alarm of some kind, but doesn't know exactly what yet.
When the walls had started to scream - and boy had that thrown him off - Munch had figured it was some sort of alarm. So when he saw the mass exodus to Room 202 he followed.
Now Munch is standing near the rear of the room, back against the wall and watching the events unfold before him. He's the new guy here; he doesn't know 75% of what's going on, except that it's bad.
The Room 204 girls have come in, and are sticking relatively close together. Hotaru is dressed in her mourning white again. No one has to tell her that Ron's dead. She felt it. Her connection to Saturn makes her sensitive to these things.
"Most likely," he says, frowning slightly. "Can't imagine else what could have happened. We'll get details soon, I'm sure. It's only a matter of time."
After a moment, his protective nature takes over. "Are you alright?"
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Tears run down her cheeks, brimming from white, pupilless eyes.
She stops drawing and glances at Monk.
"Any good with that?"
She nods toward his hip.
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Thankfully, Monk has realized this - town? city? land? - whatever attracts people of all... kinds.
Normally, he'd stare with wide eyes and try to figure out what kind of radiation/disease/thing causes purple skin. And those eyes? Normally, he'd freak out.
But, this is not the norm for Monk. Instead, he shoots her a sympathetic glance, then pats the holster. "Yeah, sort of. I'm a detective. Trained to use it, but I sort of hope I never have to, y'know?"
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She looks back down at her drawing, adding more strokes of her pencil to it, letting it slowly take shape.
It's starting to look like Ron.
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He then peers over at the drawing and his eyes tear up once again; he may be feeling brave, but he's still very sensitive.
Something dawns on him. "I haven't met you yet, have I? I'm Adrian Monk."
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He won't be using it for a little bit.
Oboe looks very worried, the little black bird on his shoulder watching him with all feathers somewhat ruffled. Seeing Monk, someone else he doesn't know, he nods his head.
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That is, indeed, a big violin. And a cute bird!
Now is not the time for cute, though. He wanders over, offers a faint, sympathetic half-smile and an introduction. "Hi. Adrian Monk."
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He nods towards the door, or rather the hallways beyond it.
"Did you know the dead kid?"
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"He was a really nice kid."
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She looks to Monk - the first person she sees - and asks "What was that racket?"
She figures it's an alarm of some kind, but doesn't know exactly what yet.
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Someone else he hasn't met. It takes a tragedy to bring people together, doesn't it?
"That screaming was an alarm. We have... a problem."
To say the least.
"I think you should stay in here. People should start gathering soon."
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She noticed the others (in their respective threads) with weapons of various kind out and wonders if she's underdressed for the occasion.
"I'm Sarah Connor, by the way."
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A pause as he examines the room, then regards Sarah once more. "I'm Detective Adrian Monk. Nice to meet you, even in spite of the circumstances."
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Now Munch is standing near the rear of the room, back against the wall and watching the events unfold before him. He's the new guy here; he doesn't know 75% of what's going on, except that it's bad.
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He nods at the man.
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"Detective John Munch," he says. "I don't suppose you're the usual guy in charge?"
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"Detective Adrian Monk. And no, Zuko..."
He trails off, blinks.
Where the hell is Zuko?
"... Zuko's not here. Yet. He should turn up any moment, now."
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She wants her Glaive. NOW.
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She looks angry. Adrian gives her a sympathetic, albeit worried, look.
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After a moment, his protective nature takes over. "Are you alright?"
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