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[exercisethemind]

Who moved it? Who touched it? It was right there! I...What is going on?

[A long, slow, intake of breath.]

Someone has been in my room. ARTHUR...who has done it? Who has been there? What have you done? What kind of warden are you? Aren't you supposed to stop this kind of stuff?

[Another pause before the sound of a crash.]

[Private to Paddy]

I tried...

[ooc: No, nothing's been taken. Pollux just thinks it is and is having a minor paranoid flip out because he's stressed out, and hasn't been taking his medications.]]

Comments

Voice // Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

...someone did.

My name is Pollux.

Voice // Private

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

What was in it?

I know.

Voice // Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter. It's gone.

Voice // Private

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

It does matter, if it's to be recovered. Perhaps someone took it by mistake.

Voice // Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

To take it, they would have to have gone in my room.

Voice // Private

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I suppose that's true- [peters off a minute] I could help you look for it?

Voice // Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Um...okay. Alright. Sure.

Voice // Private

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

What's your room number, Starling?

Voice // Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Long...long...LONG pause.]

Level 7. Room 13.

Voice // Private // Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[waits ever so patiently :3]

I'll be right down.

..


[after a few minutes he's knocking at Pollux's door!

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux answered the door quickly, looking a mess. His room was no better. He had turned over everything, paced the room, threw things off of his desk. There were papers everywhere, and a bookshelf that had fallen to the ground. The man himself was disheveled, as usual, with the same shirt he slept in as well as only one shoe. He was not faring well on his own.]

I'm...better now.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[Brian tilts his head, holding back a laugh-] Really? You don't look it.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux shrugged slightly, walking over to a chair and sitting in it carefully.]

Shut the door and lock it.

Re: Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[He nodded, complying quickly, before moving closer to where Pollux sat]

Did you find it? [Brian asked softly, taking in the overturned room - and found himself staring at his Starling's lack of a right shoe.]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Yes. I did.

[He ran his fingers through his hair and looked around his room, glancing down only to pick up a few papers and shove them hurriedly in a desk drawer.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[sighing, he hesitated before moving to sit on the couch] Glad to hear it. Have you eaten yet today?

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux shrugged. He honestly could not remember what he had been doing all morning. He knew that he had been upset about the box, but the box had always been there...hadn't it? No, he couldn't think about it or he would go insane. Instead, he walked over to the door and checked to make sure it was locked.]

I don't know. I'm not hungry.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[Brian frowned, ever the hypocrite] You should eat something.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux shook his head.]

I told you. I'm not hungry. [He could be stubborn when he wanted to be. And Brian, while Pollux did trust him to a certain degree, was still not...what Pollux expected.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[Brian looked down at his own feet, green knee-high boots sparking back at him, but he didn't protest any further]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Awkwardly, Pollux sat there for a moment before he stood up.] Can you...help me find my shoe?

[He had left it under his bed that morning, but the day had been so...hectic for him that he forgot.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[He smiled meekly, getting up in response - the first place he looked was under Pollux's bed-] Here, [he handed it up to the man, regarding him with a strange expression]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux reached out and took the shoe, nodding a bit before dropping it and sliding his foot inside of it. Seeing the expression, he frowned.]

What?

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [he offered blandly, moving forward to tie Pollux's shoes - he was a bit surprised to find himself naturally sliding into this position around Pollux. He had never taken care of anything successfully his whole life]

Re: Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux stood still while his shoes were tied and he was able to relax a bit. Brian...Brian was taking care of things. And that was soothing.]

Uh...thanks.