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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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Everything? Who did you invite in your home, Saya? [His lips quirk slightly.] If they're going to clean and tidy unannounced, I feel as if I ought to invite them to where I stay. I dare say they'd get more satisfaction out of it.

My home was clean before. It was tidy before. Everything was where it was supposed to be.

Everything's been moved, Will. Things are missing.

What kind of things? Jewellery?

No, nothing so predictable. They moved odd thing, like my tools. Car parts.

Car parts. Aren't they— [A pause; he doesn't have the slightest clue, really.] That seems awfully dull.

It's what I do.

What would be interesting to lose?

[The sound of jingling]

Almost anything else, I suppose.

[She can't exactly say 'I lost a jawbone and a pair of perfect eyes']

I'm not as attached to my jewelry as I am to my tools.

[Alas, as that would be more interesting.]

I fear I might have to start calling you Henri.

Who is Henri?

I suppose in your case it would be Henrietta, but Henry is someone I — live with in London. He invents various things, or claims to, as he's not very good at it, and he's far more attached to his creations and tools than anything else. —Even, I think, his wife.

Well, I'm not married, and I'm very good at what I do.

So Henri would be rather unsuitable, you mean to say.

Yes, that's part of what I mean to say. You ought to see what I can do with my hands.

I imagine it would only be rude to decline.

Is that what manners dictate, then?

But I have to find everything, first.

Generally, I believe — though I've heard people say it's best not to take my word on the subject of manners.

It almost sounds like a game. A scavenger hunt.