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Characters: {...} and whoever else!
Setting/Location: A street in District 1
Date & Time: Day 0, midmorning
Warnings: none
Summary: {...} decides it's time to do some exploring.
He had learned several things over the course of the morning as he'd familiarized himself with the Junogam and poked around the inn where he'd abruptly found himself shortly after dawn. The first was that the majority of the inn's guests were, like him, not meant to be here, and most of them were extraordinarily upset about it. The second was that the locals seemed almost suspiciously cheerful and at peace about the sudden influx of strangers (which, he supposed, was better than them being hostile, but still struck him as odd). They didn't even seem especially put off by having a dead man in their midst, which was . . . new.
The third thing he'd learned was that he wasn't going to learn anything new by staying in the inn; so, with his fedora firmly settled on his head, he'd made his way out into the street. Hanna was apparently around here somewhere, so he supposed his first step was tracking him down -- and seeing what else he could find out in the process.