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[synanthrope]

I can't find anything.

I can't find anything and I need to find things.

Everything has been moved.

Everything has been moved and I need to find things.

Everything has been moved and pieces are missed.

Pieces are missing.

Why is everything out of its place?



[ooc: Does anyone want to find a body part? There won't be evidence of who it belongs to or that it comes from Saya's collection but it might shock a character into feeling fear or horror or maybe just feel grossed out. (What color is that?) Anyway, two body parts are missing from Saya's collection so drop a line here or via email if you wanna find something and I'll put up when they're claimed. Otherwise it's just tools and bolts and pieces of mechanic stuff that's been reshuffled in the garage and warehouse.]

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[synanthrope]

Eames.

Did you move everything around?

[Said so calmly.]


[ooc: SURE. You can choose, he can find the jawbone or the perfect pair of big hazel eye....balls.]

[signatures]

I put a few things away.

[ ooc: :3 i'll claim the jawbone! would he have found it previously before this post or shall they find it when they're putting things back in the order she likes it? ]

[synanthrope]

Everything is mixed up. Nothing is where it belongs.

[There's a pause. Her compulsions are going off like crazy]

Is this a curse?

[ooc: He can have found it before! He just won't know it's hers (it's not like she engraves them with 'property of the werespider,' sob, and he could have found it anywhere!]

[signatures]

I thought the colour bit was all we were cursed for. Don't blame me; I didn't touch your tools.

[ ooc: OKAY and one last thing, did she bleach the bones? ]

[synanthrope]

I didn't think you would be so stupid, so no, of course not.

[ooc: Yep!]

[cold_dry_pieces]

What did you lose?

[signatures]

Brilliant.

Though I did find one thing rather out of sorts with the rest.

Private; unhackable

[synanthrope]

Someone moved my things, Rudy.

Someone touched my collection.

[You know the one. The one that isn't tools]

[synanthrope]

What did you find?

[signatures]

It appears to be the remains of a jaw. I'm assuming it isn't yours, however.

[synanthrope]

A human jaw?

[Pause]

Of course it isn't mine. [Not a lie. Her jaw is on her face.] Where did you find it?

[signatures]

So it seems.

At the bottom of the recycling bin.

[synanthrope]

[There's a pause]

Were there any other bones?

[signatures]

Just the one. Who else has access to your bin?

[synanthrope]

I share the recycling bin with the locksmith next door. I think the man who runs the kebab cart uses it from time to time.

What do you want to do with it?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Saya?

You okay?

[signatures]

His kebabs are unnaturally good.

Don't know. Suppose I was going to turn it to the police or something of the sort. Give them something to do.

[synanthrope]

Did you move everything around?

[synanthrope]

I think he knows you feel that way.

[There's nothing to link her to it, but it is part of her collection, it's hers, and she wants it back]

I can take it over there once I finish cleaning things.

[She can always give them another jawbone. One that isn't perfect. One that isn't hers]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Me? No. Of course not.

I've barely been in because I have to keep an eye on my... friend... who was shot.

He's supposed to be on bedrest, but he doesn't like that idea.

[signatures]

I'll weasel my way into his greasy heart, one of these days.

[ There's a light pause. ] Mm, I'd rather do it on my own time. I've been meaning to show good face, after all.

[synanthrope]

[What made her think she could trust a coyote to be reliable?]

Someone - something - moved everything around. Everything's not where it's supposed to be.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Do you need me to come in to help you put it back in order?

[synanthrope]

If you prefer, Eames.

[It's said in her usual tone, soft and smoothly. She's not going to steal it, but this is going to bother her on a level she can't really understand.]

You're not worried that eating all those kebabs will make you fat?

[synanthrope]

Attend to your friend. I'll make Eames help me.