[open] The more laws and order are made prominent, the more thieves and robbers there will be.

[mynameonit]

It's the early hours of the morning the day after everyone arrives at the barracks. As the sun breaks over the trees and sends scattershot yellow light through the mist that drifts lazily within the barracks grounds, a long brown shape darts between the buildings. It's hard to get a good look at it, quick as it is--three feet of stocky body,

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[mynameonit]

There's a loud, indignant chirp and Nomee plunges into view and curls up on top of her pile. She glares at Leonard, makes a sound rather like a squeaky toy that just got stepped on by a horse, and then chatters irritably. All the while she stuffs her stolen stash further into her fuzzy circle of protection.

Not your phone Leonard. Her phone.

[mynameonit]

Such a glare, Leonard. She curls in on herself, sorting through the pile of objects...

And holds out a marker. You can have that, Leonard. It doesn't make fun sounds at her when she steps on it.

[lovethissuit]

The second night in the Wood has been slightly better to Peter than the first - only slightly, because even though he's found Neal, he can tell he's all kinds of messed up (in spite of that million watt smile), they're still who knows where in the middle of Weirdo Wood, and they've apparently decided to adopt an angel. So slightly better than absolutely shit? Is not all that fabulous. He's never slept too soundly when he's away from El anyway, so he's been catching catnaps when he's catching any at all.

By the time the sun comes up, he decides to stop trying at all and stands to stretch out the various kinks and cramps one gets when one sleeps in a chair. Patting himself to make sure he still has everything on him he has last night, Peter gives an exasperated sigh. His badge and ID is missing. He walks over to Neal's bed - fully aware the other man's gotten just about as much sleep as he has - and stands over it, arms crossed.

"Neal. Give them back. I am so not in the mood for your shenanigans this early in the morning."

[itchafes]

He had his arm over his eyes--not sleeping, but at least drifting enough to not think about anything. When Peter addresses him he snaps to, twitching at being startled fully awake. He lifts his arm and squints at the agent.

"Give what back? I didn't do anything."

[lovethissuit]

"My badge and ID. Just spare me the innocent act and hand them over."

He understands that Neal gets bored with things and picks his pockets to have something to do, but... Time and place. This so isn't it.

[itchafes]

His tone is colored with more than the usual annoyance. "I can't, because I don't have them. I didn't take anything from you."

It would be one thing if he had done it, but here, now, like this? Neal knows Peter's security blankets, and that particular symbol of authority would be one. "Maybe it fell out of your pocket."

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor has noticed his screwdriver is missing. He has noticed because, broken though it may be, it is still vaguely working, and it's one of the few things he's got left right now. He doesn't even have his coat with him, never mind the TARDIS, and... he loves that screwdriver.

So he has been stalking around the odd little ghost town for some time, occasionally poking his head into a building not currently occupied, rummaging through drawers or cupboards or whatever, and moving on. It is nowhere near a rational search method, and he doesn't have anything to home in on it with, because he usually uses his screwdriver for things like that, and he's also somewhat hampered by the way someone (possibly himself) has tied an awkward sling around one arm on the side with his broken ribs to keep him from moving it too much and hurting himself further. So all in all... this could be a much more productive search.

Of course, it didn't exactly occur to him to just look in plain sight, by the library wall where anyone could walk by and see it

[mynameonit]

A sharp, annoyed trill greets his question. What is with people today trying to steal her stuff? Nomee plonks herself down at the Doctor's feet, popping up on her hind legs to scold him.

You may look. You may not touch.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor blinks repeatedly at the otter at his feet. The last time he tried to talk to odd forest creatures... well. Bad things happened. But this one isn't some unknown, terrifying-looking thing. It's an otter. What's the worst that could happen?

"Ah... hello, there." Pause. Is the otter... lecturing him? He thinks it might be. "Can I... help you?"

[mynameonit]

Yes, she is. And scolding him more severely now that he doesn't seem to be listening. Pay attention to her tiny, squeaky words, Doctor.

Apparently she's in a mood to throw things at people. The Doctor doesn't get a marker. He gets a rock.

[highvoltagegirl]

After a good night's rest-- okay, not really good, but it was better than the sleepless nights she'd spent when her power had been overloading-- Elle decided it was time to go around and do some exploring. It was getting easier to ignore the pain in her leg, and maybe if she kept looking long enough, she'd find food. Or someone who wasn't a) creepy, b) annoying, or c) a wizard (???). It was a slim chance, but Elle dared to dream

[mynameonit]

Nomee squawks in reply, considerably irritable now that she's lost both Leonard's phone and the Doctor's screwdriver, and Peter's badge.

She glares at Elle, sits in front of her pile, and gives a loud, irate whistle. The ground between her and Elle immediately turns to mud.

[highvoltagegirl]

Elle feels her shoes sink into the ground as it turns into mud, and makes a disgusted wince. It's not exactly surprising. Some weird otter witch is still tame compared to the spider things, but it's still annoying. The most annoying thing about being stuck in the mud is that she can't even shock Nomee now without hurting herself in the process.

"Fine." She glared down into the otter's beady little otter eyes. "Just give me back my phone, okay? I won't touch the other stuff."

It was probably a bad sign that her talking to Nomee like she was a person didn't even occur to Elle as being weird.

[mynameonit]

Hmmm.

Nomee looks at her little, dwindling stash and then back at Elle. Back at her stash.

Her luck trying to fob other stuff off on people has been nonexistent thus far. She grumbles, picks the phone up in her teeth and holds it up, as if to say, This thing?

[farsees]

Cassie doesn't notice anything missing when she first wakes up. She's in too bad of a mood to bother being stingy and checking through her things, and besides, she slept using her bag as a pillow, what could have possibly gotten into things without her knowing? So she doesn't really think much of the otter at first, other than wondering if maybe it was going to try and sell someone, and Cassie watched the animal with a resigned interest. There wasn't anything better to do than watch it run back and forth.

After watching the otter come in and out a few times, she grew curious about what it was doing, and followed it out and around. She noticed the pile of items up against the wall and just arched an eyebrow, but then she took notice of some of the things there.

Her markers. She knew they were hers because the ends had teeth marks on them, and she always chewed on her markers when she got nervous about the things she was drawing.

And her vodkaHer eyes grew wide and fiery with hatred at the sight of her precious bottle of vodka and