week 1 || act: investigate

[foundationmods]

[Everything is still, silent, and dark - just like it should be.

There's been no indication of trouble, nothing like the last times, when all of you were trapped in games.

If anything, the town is gentle, the people kind....and nothing seems wrong. There's no danger.

Then, why...

Is there a feeling of foreboding?]

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[improbablenotimpossible]

[Oh, she was here - he remembered overhearing it]

Miss Cinque...?

[whirlingmace]

[ She knows that voice. It takes her a moment to be able to lift her head to look at him. ]

Sher-Sherry. [ Now she's bawling again. Covering her face. ]

Inalin... Inalin died again...

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He doesn't even try to ask her to call him Sherlock as he sits next to her as he searches, before getting up and retrieving some tissues from behind the front desk, offering them to her]

[whirlingmace]

[ He's Sherry for life now. It'll take a moment longer before she's grabbing the tissues from him, but she's just going to hold on to them in her hands. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

We'll find out who and why.

[He murmurs, his voice sotto voce]

[whirlingmace]

[ Time to wrap her arms around him and give him a hug. ]

Un. I know... I know you can do it...

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He starts, but forces himself to relax, letting her hug him as he awkwardly pats her head]

[whirlingmace]

[ This is his life now. Or at least his life until someone else hugs her. ]

Sherry...why did it have to happen again?