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[aluminumandash]

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[ After the message (warning?) has blared two successive times, Rust waits about an hour and sends: ] Progress on locating unauthorized transport?



[ OOC: Threadjack to your heart's content! ]

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[aluminumandash]

[ He hesitates a hard second, kicking himself for bringing it up. Not like it's hard to put together, but he wants to divulge as little as possible over the walkies. ] Cop. Homicide.

[ Who kidnaps a fucking assistant? ] Your boss, I'm gonna go ahead and guess he's not so popular.

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Why are there so many police officers on this island? That's two out of... only a handful of people. Bit suspicious. Martin frowns to himself, but keeps his tone light, conversational.]

Um... I mean, I guess not? But I'm not the person anyone would kidnap, if that's what you're getting at.

[And he knows full well he hasn't actually been kidnapped. But 'I'm a universe-hopper who has unleashed an unholy and eldritch curse upon this reality' feels like it wouldn't go over well.]

I'm actually looking for my boyfriend, Jon. He's the one people pay attention to.

[aluminumandash]

[ Blackmail, that's where his thoughts swerve. Secret boyfriend.

Be a decent starting point if it explained fuck-all about what everyone else was doing here. ] Ain't seen so much as a footprint, but what's he look like? About how tall?

canon is vague, and if we ever have a Jon app, I don't want to preempt them, so... narrative

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Martin provides a detailed description of Jonathan Sims. The most notable details he hits on are that he's a man in his thirties, but has graying hair, pockmark scars all over his face and body, a knife scar across his throat, burn scarring along one hand, and an RP British accent.]

He's also got, um... this really adorable frown when he's confused or thinking hard about something. Like, it's almost a pout? He's usually pretty grumpy and demanding, too. But-but he can be kind, too! Really kind. Just. He can get pushy when he gets scared, though. Trying to control things. But he's really very sweet. He'll try to hide that.

SOUNDS GOOD, sorry for asking an impossible question!

[aluminumandash]

[ That description—the physical description, facial scarring—it's like finding the sticks lashed together in Marie Fontenot's backyard. The feeling of a wider, unknowable world out there, right at the edges of his vision. Rust blinks, stares dumbly at the walkie. Upper-crust Brit doesn't fit, but hell. Accents are mutable.

Fortunately Martin goes on. And on. Rust's thoughts slow down after a while. He doesn't know if it's pitiful or disgusting that this man seems to want Rust to not only find his boyfriend, but to like him. ] I don't tend to inspire kindness in others. [ He says, dryly matter-of-fact. ] The scarring, how old's it?

[ As if two extensively scarred men might turn up. ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

I dunno. You're trying to help here with the people who've responded. That seems worth the effort.

Not really sure you're going to see anyone else like him, but, uh... a couple of years, I guess? A year and a half?

[Time went strange and Jon doesn't heal like a normal person, but that sounds right for how they look.]

[aluminumandash]

Ah, that's duty. Besides, people can get picky about the kind of help they want.

[ A considering pause. ] Is it his knife you've got?

[lonelynotforsaken]

You're not on the clock, Detective. [His tone is very wry.] Even if it is just habit, it's... nice. For now.

I don't actually know where the knife came from. [Technically true! And Martin will be wringing all he can out of technicalities for a while.] I'm assuming it's from the room we were in. Or just outside. There's a big antique case thing out there. Lots of random historical things. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to it when I came up the stairs.