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Missing (OTA)
Liz stood in the middle of the lobby with a quiet, panicked look on her face. She turned around a second time, surveying the scene around her, but the second pass didn't help any. She ran a hand through her hair and then headed for one of the couches. She pulled back the cushions, digging her hand into the crevice of the gaudy plush decor and when her hand emerged empty, she felt her chest tighten.
Liz's journal was missing.
She thought she had brought it back to the room yesterday after studying in the cafe, but this morning when she went to review her notes from the day before, she had discovered that the familiar book she had so many things in was gone. She had checked the library, the restaurant, the cafe, even the kitchen itself. It had to be somewhere, right?
(ooc: Find her pretty much anywhere. Also! Feel free, if your character would so choose, to find the journal and read all or some of it because I am a cruel mistress.)
Liz's journal was missing.
She thought she had brought it back to the room yesterday after studying in the cafe, but this morning when she went to review her notes from the day before, she had discovered that the familiar book she had so many things in was gone. She had checked the library, the restaurant, the cafe, even the kitchen itself. It had to be somewhere, right?
(ooc: Find her pretty much anywhere. Also! Feel free, if your character would so choose, to find the journal and read all or some of it because I am a cruel mistress.)
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Nothing.
He can tell from a glance that she hasn't found it, so instead of asking for an update, Peter just reports back to her. "I didn't find anything outside," he says. "Did you want me to put something up on the bulletin board?"
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"Do you think drawing more attention to it is safe?" She really wasn't sure. She ran her hand through her hair again, frowning. "I'm really sorry Peter."
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At least Peter feels that way.
"So no need to apologize."
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This was just like when it was missing back home only this time it wasn't the FBI and most of what she had written was really embarrassing.
"You really don't think people will read it?" At least Peter was open about being Spider-Man.
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Peter gives Liz a hug. "You gonna be okay?"
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Liz & Corbie
So she was at the desk with the journal before her and a copy of Sense & Sensibility in her hand since there wasn't anything else to do at the moment. But when the rush of panicked steps entered the room, she held up the journal without looking up from Marianne and Elinor having a crisis over whose love life was worse after the one had been dumped by Willoughby and the other having to watch Edward with Lucy Steele.
She liked Austen. There was a rhythm and a feel to it that was like books from home.
"Looking for this?" She turned the page in her book.
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Regina & Liz
--about a first kiss.
And then sighed. She flipped forward more entries and caught 'penis', rolled her eyes, and kept flipping. She found a reference to a fight with Kitty Pryde, and that was more than enough.
Tucking the journal safely behind an arcane lock so no one would see her with it, she went in search of the obvious owner and found her out near the gardens, frantic. "Looking for something?"
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She reached into her summoning space, retrieved the journal and held it out for the girl to look at. "Would this be it?"
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Her eyes widened and she took a step, pausing, and then tentatively reached out and took back the journal. "Thank you... where did you find it?" She looked incredibly embarrassed.
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Regina knew she ought to walk away, but because she knew how much harm a diary could do, she couldn't. Or rather, she wouldn't. "Public's no place for a diary. Especially one without a lock."
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She paused and then gave a nod. She knew she messed up. "I know... I, um, this is the first time I lost it like that..." Maybe she was getting to complacent here.
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He looked a lot better than he had a few days ago. He was back to his normal self minus being stuck in a weird inn.
"You look worried," He added.
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"You haven't seen a book that's this big and brown, have you?" She mimicked the size with her hands.
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"No, sorry." He answered, shaking his head. "...Is there like, really personal stuff in there?"
It's a girl's journal. There probably is a bunch of personal stuff in it.
"I can help you look if you want," He offered.
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"Um, sure, yeah. I probably need all the help I can get." Her luck it was back home on her bed or something. "I was going to go check the kitchen, if you'd like to come along and be an extra set of eyes."
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"Yeah, sure." He replied with a nod. "I haven't been to the kitchen yet. It's weird to think we're just allowed into the back of a restaurant."
He followed when Liz led the way.
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"I guess working at my parent's cafe helps me not feel as weird about it, but you're right." She nodded. "It's like, sometimes you find yourself looking around for the person in charge and you realize there really isn't and you can do things here that you wouldn't normally." At least that was how Liz felt.
She led them into the kitchen. The chef that worked at the hotel was there, but, like always, seemed to ignore them. Liz began to search the cupboards as if maybe someone put it away there for some reason.
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