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standless

[After a rather messy experience with a whale, one would think a nice, soft, warm hotel bed would be the greatest thing in the world.

It sort of was, until Jonathan looked at the calendar. Then it was just sort of an okay thing in the world while he quietly realized that a few hours had actually been an entire week and 'oh, there went that job interview'. Also they still didn't have a place to stay at the end of the month, which was coming a lot faster than it was before now.

...

And then it turned out they Did have a place, actually, thanks to Speedwagon's boss.

God Bless Speedwagon's Boss, because now they were following the instructions to a large, albeit untouched apartment with a set of keys in their possession in addition to the meager belongings stored in their bags.

His mood is brightening...Slightly. Not that it shows as anything short of utter optimism in Jonathan's case.] We really must find a way to properly repay Tsukikage after this, [he insists as they walk, still a little surprised to hear that Speedwagon's new boss (who he seems to be quite fond of, he's noticed) is the same fellow he encountered at the museum.] Were it not for this, I imagine we would be in quite the bind.

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speedweed

[A whole week in a hell whale, he expected as much would have happened. What had been hours to Jonathan, perhaps, felt like an eternity with what he had gone through. Not that Robert was remotely interested in talking about his experiences in there, not yet, as he'd been more than exhausted both physically, mentally, and emotionally for quite some time.

Perhaps that's why he'd been relatively quiet since they'd started on their trek to find this place Tsukikage had pointed out. He'd just wanted to take the time to calm down and regain some semblance of Self more than anything else.

Of course he had been fond of the man, though he had a feeling it might be best to keep the actual reason why hidden away from Jonathan still. He hadn't a single idea of how he might actually react and he was... content, with how their friendship had been and was going to hopefully continue being. No need for it to cause some sort of alarm or anything.]

He certainly does go out of his way when someone needs help, I've noticed. Not a bad trait to have, necessarily. [He certainly thinks it's out of the kindness of his heart instead of anything else, of course.]

From:

standless

Indeed- it's quite admirable of him. He actually gave me a card for some sort of...fellowship, if I were to encounter any trouble. ...though I unfortunately have no method of contacting the address on it, [He laughs, the card in question resting in his coat pocket.]

We're to seek out a building resembling...a 'T', correct? [he asks as they carry on, scanning the streets ahead as best he can. It really was an odd description, but apparently the uppermost floor where they would be staying was...expanded somehow?

It seemed a little dangerous, admittedly.]

From:

speedweed

A fellowship... [He hadn't really heard anything about it, but their conversation had been more pointed in another direction, something to remember at a later date.] I would assume it'd be easier to get in contact with him directly. [... Probably also not a bad idea, especially given the connection they have between them and him at this point.]

I do believe that's correct... [Hopefully it won't be too hard to find. He's quietly moving ahead of Jonathan, far more used to scanning the streets fairly quickly. And... ah, there. That's... not hard to miss.]

Jonathan. [That tone certainly sounds as if something's wrong, doesn't it?]

From:

standless

At this point, it may well be, yes... [he agrees, perhaps ponderously.] I do need to correct my earlier mistake in receiving one of those communicative devices however. I truly was ignorant in my decision...

[He'll never assume the identity of an object again. Never, never-

Oh?] Hm? [He follows Speedwagon's gaze, and his eyes widen.]

...Oh. That's...certainly something isn't it... [Is...there a tarp near the entrance down there? Oh dear.]

From:

speedweed

At least one of us has one, which is better than none. [He's not wrong, but he'd also prefer Jonathan to not go snooping through his things if he ends up using the device for particular conversations.

No matter, there's other things to focus on. Like... that whole building and him immediately moving towards the tarp.]

It certainly is, I think it time to explore and see what we're dealing with. I'm sure it can't be too bad off. [Otherwise it wouldn't have been suggested to them, right? Or, at the very least, it's something that can be repaired to working order fairly easily and quickly.]

From:

standless

[The man nods-] There is that- I worry for the sort of situation we could otherwise be in, if we both managed to miss the best method of communication in this place!

[Now then, this tarp. The building's exterior, at least, seems relatively fine. There's a bit of plant growth along the walls, and the weeds have certainly overrun what 'lawn' space there is, but it seems otherwise fine enough. The tarp covers where a door once was at the front- and once they're inside and off the pathway from the sidewalk, they'll see why.

It appears that while the walls and supporting pillars haven't all been removed, various markings and preparations had been made to perhaps do so. Tools can occasionally be spotted about the floor, along with dust and drywall from half-finished and half-started endeavors. Jonathan blinks, and slowly glances to Speedwagon.]

I suppose this is why he specified the top-most apartment then...

From:

speedweed

[It's as if someone just left it after deciding it wasn't worth the effort, or so he thinks in this particular situation. He can't help a small bit of a grimace at everything being in different states of finish. It's as if a child had run through here pretending to be an architect and then just got bored of it, but perhaps it's something that can be salvaged if they put some work into it. Certainly an idea, if nothing more.

At the glance and words, he's jolting out of his thoughts, nodding slowly in reply.]

We can... deal with this later. But to the top, then?

From:

standless

Indeed- let us handle the primary matter, [Jonathan determines, looking away from the mess with a nod.] I highly doubt the lift in this place will function...

[Which is a shame, truly, because the lifts in Bavan's buildings were not only far smoother than any that he'd ever seen in life, but also entirely automatic. A marvel indeed.

Stairs it was.] It shouldn't be too far a trip at least...I am interested to see how we enter it given the state of the uppermost floor for that matter! [The design of the building would say that there's a hall at the side, and the apartments beside, allowing entrance to each one, upon each floor. One living space per floor, in other words.

But that would mean the stairs come up in the Centre of the uppermost apartment...right?

What an odd design indeed.]

From:

speedweed

I cannot help but be curious, myself. [It makes no real sense to him, but supposes he'll see how this architecture holds up with such an odd design. Perhaps it'll be for the better to not think too hard on it and focus on whatever the really do find at the top.

Honestly, he's hoping it's not too much of a mess they have to deal with.

Given the state of the lower floors, he's not feeling too optimistic at the very least.]

From:

standless

[The lower floors are certainly all in a similar state- it's difficult to tell of course- the first one up they can only really see because the door to the apartment is gone and the inside seems mostly gutted, load bearing walls marked as such and everything else tacked with a big X and so on- but after a bit of climbing Jonathan pauses.

Until now, the stairs have been open to the below. But as they turn the corner from the hall outside of apartment 3- though there was technically an apartment in the basement, so perhaps it's apartment 4?- there appears to be a full wall and door in the way.]

Oh.

The stairwell..?

[Odd.]

From:

speedweed

[This whole place becomes more of a mess the higher they go and he can feel his heart start sinking into his stomach. Until they're met with a wall and a door, odd.]

Per... haps? Go on, open it. There's no sense in making questions while we can simply just open the door and find out instead.

[He's hoping there's an Actual Apartment here somewhere and that this wasn't some sort of weird gotcha moment that he wasn't aware of. Tsukikage is better than that, certainly...?]

From:

standless

[Welp. The keys go in, and the door is opened.

Immediately, Jonathan blinks. Though the air is stale with dust, it lacks the edge of outdoor influence that the rest of the building carries, the choking scent of drywall instead replaced by stagnancy over all. Glancing briefly back to Speedwagon, he begins to make his way up what have felt like somewhat roomy stairwells thus far. Around the bend- there are coathooks there, he notices- and then up...and...]

Oh my...

[He appears to have exited into a large, open concept living-dining-kitchen area.

Hopefully Speedwagon can get out around him.]

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