Hunting the Subway Sculptor

[shiromadoushi]

Who: Everyone who expressed interest in going to check out the Subway Sculptor
Where: An abandoned subway line under Locke City
When: 6pmish, Saturday
What: Going to try and talk to the guy making the snake statues.


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[glorifiedtrash]

Zelos is smack dab in the middle because he's a chill guy and completely comfortable with himself. No point dragging his feet, but no sense rushing right! He's not hiding how much he's checking out everything. Whether it's the subway or his fellow groupmates.

"You know, us Numbered certainly don't agree on a lot. But I'm surprised there's one thing that can always get most of us together: trespassing!" This situation completely warrants smalltalk doesn't it? Anyone? Anyone? "I might even pick up a new hobby out of all this!"

[goldenclothes]

She's there as well, keeping an eye- and an ear, and a nose- out, backing up Lyall quietly. It's more observation on her part, wanting to... be involved, somehow feel like she's doing something that isn't just sit around and letting this thing take her over.

And she couldn't sit at home and do nothing after Sunday.

"Shh." That's to Zelos. Maybe it's not having her earplugs, maybe it's the close confines of the subway, but his voice is a lot louder than others' seem to be. It's very librarian-like of her- the look she gives him, too.

She also doesn't like the idea that they're trespassing. "At least lower your voice."

[professorwolf]

"I'm not entirely certain this counts as trespassing, anyhow," Lyall comments, keeping his own voice down. Everything seems very loud in here, without his earplugs. "This is, as far as I'm aware, public property. The subways are not privately owned, are they?" Even if this tunnel shaft is unused, it still counts as public, he's sure.

[glorifiedtrash]

"Public property is held in trust by the city. It's not actually 'public'; I've had that explained more than once. I'm pretty sure only subway workers are supposed to be down here." He does lower his voice though his amusement is more than a little evident. While he agrees with the decision to go in as a mob --even one split into three waves-- they're still a mob. Stealth becomes a nonentity once you pass a certain number of people. But no point being a negative nancy here, so he'll keep his doubts about catching this guy to himself.

"Though this does beg a few questions. Do any of you sense this guy we're looking for up ahead?"

[goldenclothes]

She hums a little at the explanation, never having really thought about it before. Good to know, she supposes.

The question refocuses her attention on what's around them, sifting out the smells of the people with them over what's further away, ahead of them.

"Got anything, Randolph?" she asks ahead softly. "S'pose we're hoping to catch him at work..."

The underground has its own smells, cold and musty, metal and dirt. There are other smells filtering in, but she isn't sure how to explain them.