Bizet helped him think. Carmen's first act punctuated his steps, the rising timbre of Les Voici guiding his fingers as he conducted away to an invisible orchestra. Classical music had a way of organizing his thoughts, prioritizing things of note, cataloguing tasks and the frequently pondered quandary of the day: this morning's crossword.
And like a cymbal crash several measures early, his reverie was shattered. Bizet was gone and the crossword left unfinished. Something had garnered his attention, but he only had the slightest idea as to what it could be. It was like a tap on the shoulder, but more like a shove and also in three feet of water.
Date |
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Action |
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Roll |
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Result |
2019-03-09 23:06:34 |
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Abacus rolls 6 to Perception (10 Again) |
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6, 4, 1, 5, 1, 8 |
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1 success |
There! The house stood there as if it was waiting for him. It was also entirely probable that he had walked past it several times in his daily routines and simply paid it no mind. But now it stood out like a sore thumb as if it...wanted to be found? It would explain the resonance.
A trail of breadcrumbs.
The Logician saw familiar faces at various parts of this North Highland street. The Moros. The Orphan. He was not privy to the disposition of the Guardian. That made him a possible confound he was not willing to just leave be lest it come back to bite him later. Leave no stone unturned. He sounded like a Censor. That's what happens when you share the same Athenaeum.
"I take it we're all interested in what's in that house?"
Equipment: Phone, Laptop, Today's Newspaper, three six-sided dice, a calculator, a blue dry-erase marker, and his class ring from the University of San Diego.