FIG!!!

5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"

... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))

-@effigy-known

[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]

[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]

"oh there it is"

((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))

"oh! I know you! the gray one!"

((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))

"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"

[ Dorian flinches in her seat behind the desk. A desk that is very obviously not hers. She grabs her flashlight and shines it on the newcomer. ]

[ Oh, it's the stick she saw on the cameras just a few minutes prior. She lowers her flashlight so it doesn't shine into his eyes. It's now aimed at his torso. ]

"Oh, uh, hey there! You got that right, I'm. uh, the night guard they hired. Y'scared me there. Thunderstorm earlier knocked the power out."

[ Her mouth tenses, noticing how distinctly not-stormed-on the new stick was. Hopefully he doesn't question that statement... weather can just be fickle. ]

"Iiiii think V has a Lost and Found crate somewhere? For the sweater, not your arm."

((he immedietly beelined towards a box shape in the dark upon spotting it.))

"is there like security systems on that? I guess theyd work during the blackout. generators and all"

((he pulled out a cream colored hoodie from the box and pulled it over his head. upon pulling down the waist it tied off the right sleeve using his teeth to help.))

"did you. not see me on the cameras? you looked surprised to see me so... I mean! I sent boss Vamp a text about it and everything! actually, I think I got distracted and forgot to get to the point. uhh, I may have thecnically broken in."

((...it WAS simply going to retrieve its hoodie, and arm, and leave, right?))

"point is, you seem jumpy. must not be easy being a night guard alone in a mostly powerless building, and the angel situation too, yeesh, must not have been easy on you. how about I keep you company for tonight? I have nothing better to do"

[ The feeling only worsens when Fig asks to hang around with her, because now she's at an impasse. Stop doing what she's doing, or get it into the mess with her. ]

[ Perhaps against better judgment, she responds. ]

"... Yknow what? I wouldn't mind the company. You got a damn good read on me there, heh."

[ She sits back down at the chair, leaning to one side so there's room for Fig to sit on it too. ]

it had never gotten a proper chance to peek around this place, so this was a good oppurtunity. lots of gadgets Fig would never dare touch but would kill to get a closer look at. this was until until its eyes land on the screen.

... huh. some of those look like confidential stuff. was she allowed access to that stuff?))

[ Dorian considers lying to Effigy. Maybe she could get away with saying that she clicked into the personal folders in her flinch? But that doesn't make sense, she's multiple pages into the folder and the mouse had disconnected. Maybe she could say the computer was just... open to that page when she first logged in? No, that doesn't work either; again, she had her hands on the mouse when he walked in. It's obvious she had been messing around. ]

[ She's cornered. And she's taking so long to figure out an excuse that her silence is now getting suspicious. Might as well bite the bullet. ]

"... No, I'm not."

[ She gets off of the desk and sits back down on the chair. She rolls it up to the desk. ]

"I have questions I want answered. And I don't think I'll get another shot at this."

((how else could Fig react? this is not what it signed up for. but if anything, it understood. it was in no situation to blame her, nor was it a snitch, but it wouldnt exactly give that away, especially if it could get something out of it))

"actually, I want some questions answered myself. so if we could have time to sort that out as well I may just keep quiet about this"

"Nobody talks, everyone walks."

[ With one more double-click, Dorian opens a file. She skims it quickly and her smile widens into a gasp. ]

"Finally, something that actually mentions Cho!"

[ She highlights a small part of the text, just three simple words. ]

((the info on screen was most definitely not something anyone besides V himself was supposed to view. though not obvious, it was still a lot more emotionally charged than anything Fig knew Mr. Veil for. he felt he was invading on something he shouldnt, which he most definitely was.))

((but. it gave it a lead. it wasnt sure what possibly could a cursor be referring to. its that arrow thing to represent where your mouse is on a pc screen? maybe it was more metaphorical, or a "one who curses" type deal. oop! distracted, it could muse on that all it wanted later. still, it was the best lead Fig had so far.))

"I guess I cant really blame the guy, but still, yeesh."

((he found it hard to comment on anything else. he didnt know if the chosen one was a sore topic for Dorian as well, but. if it was she'd probably deflect it anyway, no?))

5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"

... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))

-@effigy-known

[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]

[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]

"oh there it is"

((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))

"oh! I know you! the gray one!"

((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))

"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"

[ Dorian flinches in her seat behind the desk. A desk that is very obviously not hers. She grabs her flashlight and shines it on the newcomer. ]

[ Oh, it's the stick she saw on the cameras just a few minutes prior. She lowers her flashlight so it doesn't shine into his eyes. It's now aimed at his torso. ]

"Oh, uh, hey there! You got that right, I'm. uh, the night guard they hired. Y'scared me there. Thunderstorm earlier knocked the power out."

[ Her mouth tenses, noticing how distinctly not-stormed-on the new stick was. Hopefully he doesn't question that statement... weather can just be fickle. ]

"Iiiii think V has a Lost and Found crate somewhere? For the sweater, not your arm."

((he immedietly beelined towards a box shape in the dark upon spotting it.))

"is there like security systems on that? I guess theyd work during the blackout. generators and all"

((he pulled out a cream colored hoodie from the box and pulled it over his head. upon pulling down the waist it tied off the right sleeve using his teeth to help.))

"did you. not see me on the cameras? you looked surprised to see me so... I mean! I sent boss Vamp a text about it and everything! actually, I think I got distracted and forgot to get to the point. uhh, I may have thecnically broken in."

((...it WAS simply going to retrieve its hoodie, and arm, and leave, right?))

"point is, you seem jumpy. must not be easy being a night guard alone in a mostly powerless building, and the angel situation too, yeesh, must not have been easy on you. how about I keep you company for tonight? I have nothing better to do"

[ The feeling only worsens when Fig asks to hang around with her, because now she's at an impasse. Stop doing what she's doing, or get it into the mess with her. ]

[ Perhaps against better judgment, she responds. ]

"... Yknow what? I wouldn't mind the company. You got a damn good read on me there, heh."

[ She sits back down at the chair, leaning to one side so there's room for Fig to sit on it too. ]

it had never gotten a proper chance to peek around this place, so this was a good oppurtunity. lots of gadgets Fig would never dare touch but would kill to get a closer look at. this was until until its eyes land on the screen.

... huh. some of those look like confidential stuff. was she allowed access to that stuff?))

[ Dorian considers lying to Effigy. Maybe she could get away with saying that she clicked into the personal folders in her flinch? But that doesn't make sense, she's multiple pages into the folder and the mouse had disconnected. Maybe she could say the computer was just... open to that page when she first logged in? No, that doesn't work either; again, she had her hands on the mouse when he walked in. It's obvious she had been messing around. ]

[ She's cornered. And she's taking so long to figure out an excuse that her silence is now getting suspicious. Might as well bite the bullet. ]

"... No, I'm not."

[ She gets off of the desk and sits back down on the chair. She rolls it up to the desk. ]

"I have questions I want answered. And I don't think I'll get another shot at this."

((how else could Fig react? this is not what it signed up for. but if anything, it understood. it was in no situation to blame her, nor was it a snitch, but it wouldnt exactly give that away, especially if it could get something out of it))

"actually, I want some questions answered myself. so if we could have time to sort that out as well I may just keep quiet about this"

5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"

... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))

-@effigy-known

[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]

[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]

"oh there it is"

((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))

"oh! I know you! the gray one!"

((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))

"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"

[ Dorian flinches in her seat behind the desk. A desk that is very obviously not hers. She grabs her flashlight and shines it on the newcomer. ]

[ Oh, it's the stick she saw on the cameras just a few minutes prior. She lowers her flashlight so it doesn't shine into his eyes. It's now aimed at his torso. ]

"Oh, uh, hey there! You got that right, I'm. uh, the night guard they hired. Y'scared me there. Thunderstorm earlier knocked the power out."

[ Her mouth tenses, noticing how distinctly not-stormed-on the new stick was. Hopefully he doesn't question that statement... weather can just be fickle. ]

"Iiiii think V has a Lost and Found crate somewhere? For the sweater, not your arm."

((he immedietly beelined towards a box shape in the dark upon spotting it.))

"is there like security systems on that? I guess theyd work during the blackout. generators and all"

((he pulled out a cream colored hoodie from the box and pulled it over his head. upon pulling down the waist it tied off the right sleeve using his teeth to help.))

"did you. not see me on the cameras? you looked surprised to see me so... I mean! I sent boss Vamp a text about it and everything! actually, I think I got distracted and forgot to get to the point. uhh, I may have thecnically broken in."

((...it WAS simply going to retrieve its hoodie, and arm, and leave, right?))

"point is, you seem jumpy. must not be easy being a night guard alone in a mostly powerless building, and the angel situation too, yeesh, must not have been easy on you. how about I keep you company for tonight? I have nothing better to do"

[ The feeling only worsens when Fig asks to hang around with her, because now she's at an impasse. Stop doing what she's doing, or get it into the mess with her. ]

[ Perhaps against better judgment, she responds. ]

"... Yknow what? I wouldn't mind the company. You got a damn good read on me there, heh."

[ She sits back down at the chair, leaning to one side so there's room for Fig to sit on it too. ]

it had never gotten a proper chance to peek around this place, so this was a good oppurtunity. lots of gadgets Fig would never dare touch but would kill to get a closer look at. this was until until its eyes land on the screen.

... huh. some of those look like confidential stuff. was she allowed access to that stuff?))

5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"

... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))

-@effigy-known

[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]

[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]

"oh there it is"

((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))

"oh! I know you! the gray one!"

((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))

"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"

[ Dorian flinches in her seat behind the desk. A desk that is very obviously not hers. She grabs her flashlight and shines it on the newcomer. ]

[ Oh, it's the stick she saw on the cameras just a few minutes prior. She lowers her flashlight so it doesn't shine into his eyes. It's now aimed at his torso. ]

"Oh, uh, hey there! You got that right, I'm. uh, the night guard they hired. Y'scared me there. Thunderstorm earlier knocked the power out."

[ Her mouth tenses, noticing how distinctly not-stormed-on the new stick was. Hopefully he doesn't question that statement... weather can just be fickle. ]

"Iiiii think V has a Lost and Found crate somewhere? For the sweater, not your arm."

((he immedietly beelined towards a box shape in the dark upon spotting it.))

"is there like security systems on that? I guess theyd work during the blackout. generators and all"

((he pulled out a cream colored hoodie from the box and pulled it over his head. upon pulling down the waist it tied off the right sleeve using his teeth to help.))

"did you. not see me on the cameras? you looked surprised to see me so... I mean! I sent boss Vamp a text about it and everything! actually, I think I got distracted and forgot to get to the point. uhh, I may have thecnically broken in."

((...it WAS simply going to retrieve its hoodie, and arm, and leave, right?))

"point is, you seem jumpy. must not be easy being a night guard alone in a mostly powerless building, and the angel situation too, yeesh, must not have been easy on you. how about I keep you company for tonight? I have nothing better to do"

5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"

... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))

-@effigy-known

[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]

[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]

"oh there it is"

((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))

"oh! I know you! the gray one!"

((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))

"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"