week 1 curfew - concierge

[unrecked]

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[ktiseos]

[WELL. pretty much as soon as they get stuck in here, a very frustrated-looking emet-selch is hovering anxiously by the door, but kind of like. in that 'i am absolutely worrying but pretending i am completely fine' way, pacing a little.]

[shaft]

[ eyes him ]

Something the matter?

[ktiseos]

...this is not where I intended to be.

[shaft]

Oh? Had a date planned?

[ktiseos]

This is no time for poor jokes.

[shaft]

[ laughter is the best medicine, emet... ]

Okay. Then do you mind running over where it was you went today?

[highestheim]

Have you recovered from your excursion?

[ktiseos]

I will be fine.

[no.]

[highestheim]

[ hope can tell, but unlike some others, he's not the type to push. ]

...try to stay off your feet, at least. Pacing around won't do you any good.

[ktiseos]

My arm is broken, not my legs.

[highestheim]

You should still be conserving your energy.

[ "because someone will die tonight and you don't know if it's going to be you" goes unsaid. ]

...Where were you planning on going originally?

[shaft]

[ Claude is lying on his back on the desk. Also, his wyvern is here, sitting politely on the chair. ]

I wonder why we're spending the night here.

[highestheim]

[ as he's collecting brochures based on the various murder settings of days past: ]

Better here than the bottom of a trash chute?

[shaft]

[ you're so diligent hope ]

Was that an option?

[highestheim]

I wouldn't be surprised if some people decided to stay in the housekeeping room tonight, actually. Hua Cheng and I might have inspired them.

[unrecked]

[Looks away in the distance.]

[shaft]

[ looks directly at Jason ]

And I thought here was bad. Imagine sleeping in a closet.

[cuedoves]

[ zuko's pacing a little bit too.... seems he's concerned. ]

[shaft]

[ watches him pace ]

[highestheim]

Were you also expecting to spend curfew somewhere else?

[unrecked]

[Jason is here in his brown jacket again and a red v-neck shirt since SOME PEOPLE forced him to use his cool jackets as blood staunches.

He's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed exactly like you'd expect an Anna boy to do.]

[shaft]

[ Checks his expression. ]

[unrecked]

[Don't be weird.]

What?

[He doesn't sound or look mad, just confused. Why are you looking at him, Claude?]

[shaft]

[ He's trying to see if he looks upset? ]

Checking if you're feeling better.

[unrecked]

[His face is schooled, but he seems fairly sober about what's happened. His eyes are a little concerned, though? He eyes Claude with mild suspicion.]

I'm not exactly someone who went missing and showed back up banged to hell. So I'm fine.