a log, oh my

[corruptedsave]

Who: Chara and whoever (open?)
Where: Everglade, just anywhere in there.
When: August 1st-ish
What: Following up on some anon things and this symbol.
Warnings: Uh, Chara probably being a creepy freak child, if anything else comes up I shall edit.

Chara did everything they could to cover every possible outcome when they finally made time to head into Everglade to look into what might be a job in that city? It's that or someone who they may have to stab, either way they have their worn dagger on their person as they wandered about.

Occasionally they would check their smart phone, just to refresh their memory of that symbol. Of course it's most likely during one of those times that they'll end up walking into someone. Or be a target of some unsavory type who most certainly doesn't know any better, who knows?

Chara certainly doesn't.

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[om_nom_namur]

[It's a pretty vague lead, truth be told. There's quite a bit of arcanely symbolic graffiti scattered throughout the haunted city. But eventually, yes, the mark can be found. It sticks out just a touch, being hastily drawn in sharpie, as opposed to the usual charcoal, graphite or chalk that most of the denizens of Everglade can access. So what will Chara do? Keep searching for another instance of the mark and follow the trail, or wait in its general area for something or someone to show some kind of tie to it?]

[corruptedsave]

[God that is just... tacky, it being drawn in sharpie of all things. Couldn't they have used spraypaint or something? Chara makes a face and like hell they're just going to stand around like a gormless fool.

They're off to, hopefully, find the trail this mark will lead them on.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Well the next one, several blocks away, is scratched into a rotting fence post with a knife, so clearly this isn't some kind of well thought out branding scheme. If they keep looking, they'll find a few more sharpies, several more carvings, a couple of ball point pens, and one made of nail polish- black with glitter sparkles. The marks are spread out through the city without apparent rhyme or reason. Might need to ask somebody about them. The city is haunted, not deserted, after all.]

[corruptedsave]

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, what kind of jack ass did this. This is stupid, they wanted to figure this out without having to talk to any locals.

Because after being run about they are in a very stabby mood, so hopefully the first shmuck they can get a hold of who'll be helpful doesn't tick them off. As they're just going to jam their phone into said local's face, with the image they'd been following about on it, and ask their simple question.]

Just tell me what this is about, because this is getting stupid.

[om_nom_namur]

[A really big tall jack ass, actually. But the local just blinks at the phone.]

Why that's some remarkable technology! I've never seen anything quite like it. I, er, oh. Did you mean the symbol? I wouldn't know, I try to stay out of the gang wars. Um. You could maybe ask someone from Jolly Eddy's? They get paid to know those kinds of things, you know. Um. There's a warehouse that way, with an anchor on the side. That's their headquarters.

Um.

Was that good enough?

[corruptedsave]

[HOW DO THEY NOT KNOW ABOUT PHONES? Even a civilization that was stuck underground for lord knows how long knows about phones, but with that answer Chara just gives the poor local a dirty look before going in the direction they were told to go.

Yep, no thank yous from them. They're kinda that pissed, and it just gets worse by the time they actually get to Jolly Eddy's.

Which they think is the stupidest name, as they will just go in unless it's locked. Then they knock like the tiny angry child they are. Either way there is a lot of noise involved.]

[om_nom_namur]

[LOOK AROUND, THIS IS EVERGLADE! The most advanced technology is like a really grainy black and white tv box that takes up about half a room to project a twelve inch screen! That little smart phone number is the stuff of campy sci-fi dramas. Who just walks around with shit like that?

Seriously.

The door is unlocked though, so walk right in.

There's an eight foot tall sharkman chatting on an old-fashioned candlestick phone, using a dry erase marker to write on a gridded map mounted on the wall. He glances over and raises a finger to indicate he'll be with Chara in a minute.]

[corruptedsave]

[LOOK. LOOK. Genessia City is like NEXT DOOR, they assumed things go between towns or something. They're new and don't care about learning the dumb nitty gritty.

Also kind of disappointed at it not being locked but also the sight before them as they enter?

Actually takes them off guard for a moment. Because shark Monster talking on a candlestick and writing on a map, kinda hilarious?

Don't mind them now stifling some laughter, Namur. And anyone else in the room-building.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Well now they've learned even if they didn't want to. Yay.

Namur finishes up with the customer and sets the earpiece back in its cradle as he turns toward Chara.]

'Sup. Lookin' for someone?

[corruptedsave]

[One moment, they have to stop their laughing to answer. Ahem.]

I'm looking for whoever sent me this dumb symbol.

[Holding up their phone with the offending picture on it for Namur to see. Which might involve him having to bend over since Chara is normal preteen height.

Aka nowhere near eight feet tall.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, his eyesight's shit so he has to come a little closer and squint.]

Ain't dumb. 'S my brother's. Where'd y' get it?

[corruptedsave]

On some anonymous thing a while ago, whoever sent it said they'd see me in Everglade.

[In shitty text speak, but they don't say that out loud.]