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[cottoncandypink]

This is getting ridiculous. Wilford has no idea what he's doing wrong. He hasn't been in this kind of situation in years. He's better than this. He got where he is now because he knows how to figure these things out. And he can't, and it's infuriating.

He's taken over the area by the fire, spreading out pages of notes and photographs and clippings on the table, going through all of it to see if he's missed anything. The only space on the table not covered in paper is taken up by a napkin with a couple of hotteok (this time), which he's been completely ignoring while he works.

If anybody happened to take a look at the papers spread out on the table, they'd find something fit for a horror movie. Photos of bloody scenes in what appears to be a themed children's restaurant, reports of mutilations, and non-sensical interviews with people raving about demonic animatronics. If anybody who stopped by last three times happens to spot the papers and photos on the table, they'll see they're the exact same papers and photos, in the exact same layout, with the addition of a few (more) hand-written notes in red ink.

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[just_cant_lose]

 
In contrast to recent appearances, Jim looks entirely normal today. Benign, in fact. He's dressed in slacks, a white shirt, and blue jumper; his hair's tidy, he's wearing glasses, and there's not a speck of blood in sight. He walks to the bar with a book under his arm, and surveys the room with calm eyes as he orders a coffee.

'And give me the headlines for the day after my arrival, please. The day of, as well.'

Bar obliges, and Jim can soon be found sitting in an armchair by the fire, engrossed in a copy of The Sun. The headline screams:

SUICIDE OF FAKE GENIUS

There's a picture of Sherlock next to it. Behind the open pages, Jim is grinning. Like, a lot. It really was a beautiful game.



[OOC: Brief note on playing with Jim can be found here. Please peruse if your pup has the capability to sense life-or-death in someone, and you don't mind the vaguest of spoilers for his canon.]

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[i_am_your_host]

[ OOC: Some time after this conversation with Abe no Seimei, the Master of Ceremonies takes him on an excursion to Berlin. Not for fun and frivolity, but to ensure that the man who attacked Emcee never does so again. And not everything goes smoothly, as there are some unsavory characters that roam the streets at night.

Warnings: Just Seimei being a badass. ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

"You're quite sure it was Brooke who altered your register?" Guppy is asking on his phone as he reaches the door to the bar.

He pauses, knowing the signal will fade when he steps in here.

"Yes, well, I'm very sorry Miss Brimstone, I will tell her she must not do that... or put play dough in other kids' lunch boxes... she did what to your keys? Oh, I'm sorry, you're breaking up." he steps into the bar, then hits End Call and heads over to the bar.

"Don't know what she expects me to do about it from work." he says to Bar as he sits down.

Bar obligingly provides him with tea, just the way he likes it, and a cupcake.