Who: Diego Hargreeves What/Where: Exploring the lounge When: Room One, Day Two Warnings: Shouldn't be Status: Open to someone coming in and finding him sitting there
Diego had been wandering the house for hours on end. It was an exercise in frustration. He had found nothing, absolutely nothing that seemed useful. No weapons, nothing that he felt could be considered a clue. The house felt to Diego like some kind of living creature, closely guarding its secrets.
He eventually found himself in the lounge, which was surprisingly empty. He didn't have an exact count, but there seemed to be a hundred people, or more, in the house. He was surprised to find the study empty, and wondered if that was some kind of omen. If it was, he didn't heed the warning.
He looked around, gravitating toward the fireplace. He sneered at the taxidermied...creature. What the fuck was that thing? Some kind of rabbit from the looks of it. He wasn't entirely sure. He didn't care, it likely didn't hold any clues, so he dismissed it out of hand, and turned his focus to the array of oddities on the mantle. The weird bouquet of flowers caught his eye, and upon closer inspection he realised the so called flowers were made of hair. What the fuck?
He stepped back, and crouched down. Looking up into the shaft of the chimney, he noticed something shiny. It looked like a blade, and if there was one thing Diego knew, it was blades. He started to try and reach up there, but jerked back instinctively when the blade seemed to move. Moments later, just as he cleared the opening of the fireplace, the blade came down like some makeshift guillotine. He swore out loud, his heart racing. On the one hand, he didn't mind the spike of adrenaline, on the other he knew that was a close call. And now assumed the house was out to murder him, and likely everyone else too.
Once his pulse slowed, he decided to inspect the blade more closely. It wasn't a knife, and it wouldn't be practical to try to carry it around even if he could get it free, but he was damn sure going to try because it would be a weapon, and that was something he desperately needed. Wiggling around, trying to figure out how to get the damn thing loose from its track, he noticed something else, further up in the chimney shaft. It took some maneuvering to get to it, and carefully avoiding the blade, but he finally managed to reach it.
"What the fuck?" he muttered outloud to the empty room. He moved to sit on one of the nearby ottomans to look at the card. I will previal was inscribed inside. "Because that isn't ominous," he muttered. If he were back home and found somethng like this, he'd take it to Patch and have her check for finger prints. But he wasn't home, and it didn't matter because Patch was dead. He sighed, because of course he'd think of Patch now. Damn but he wished she was here with him, they'd figure this damn mystery out together.