[003] [Video/Voice]

[needabourbon]

[The camera clicks on while he's moving to prop the journal up on a table. The ashtray in view has a burning cigarette, sending a trail of spoke over the right edge of the camera's view. Jigen is grabbing a glass from the table and walking out of view, coming back with an empty bottle of bourbon. Whatever is left in the bottle, he's trying to poor it into the glass.

His fedora his lower over his eyes than usual and when he glances to look at the camera, dark cicles under his eyes make it seem like he was in a bad fight. He obviously hasn't been sleeping well. Last he had heard, his buddy Goemon might have been lifted by the Malnosso... After reaching up to scratch his goat-like beard, then taking the small swallow of what bourbon was in the glass he begins to speak with gravel in his throat.]

I know Goemon isn't dead but... Lupin and I... We're both a little messed up. [He falls silent again, staring at the camera. He takes his cigarettes from his pocket to light a new one, letting the one in the ashtray burn. At this rate, his room would have a sort of fog with the scent of his Pall Malls.] I've been drunk. Lupin's been drunk and angry. Seems like a really immature way of handling the situation but there's nothing else we can really do for him if he's really been picked up.

[Jigen removes the smoke from his lips and lowers his head, a shaky hand holding his fedora to his head to keep it from falling off. The hand with the cigarette reaches forward to the journal to turn off the camera and leave the audio running. The gravel in his voice shallows out, not that he's maybe about to lose it--but he's calming down in a way. For now.] If anyone knows anything about where Goemon might be, please let either of us know right away... 

[He'll be at the bar later. If you find him there, he'll be drinking a couple of Dry Manhattans and want some quiet company. Also... Could someone possibly walk the old fool home before (or after) he passes out?]

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[Voice]

[shadedsunlight]

What does he look like? I'll keep an eye out for him.

[fleurdesel]

[If there was one thing Adele understood, it was helplessness. Waiting. Between Giles, Helios' current circumstance something she didn't understand and was able to change, the sudden spike of individuals going missing from the village...were she less pressed to do something productive she would have very well joined Jigen in his drinking. After a few hours consideration she makes up her mind.

Instead she bundles up in her coat and scarf, jogging out to the bar inch by painful inch through the snowstorm. She didn't know him well, but she knew this grief borne of uncertainty. It takes longer than usual to make it to the bar and to dust herself off once there, but once inside she's sliding into the stool next to him and ordering coffee. One of them needed to be sober.]

...He will return in time.

[action]

[redjacketthief]

[He'd been on Jigen's couch for God only knew how long, staring at ghosts of ideas and plans as they flittered just out of his grasp. He drank himself into oblivion after his meeting with Adele in the tunnels earler that week--and, with his journal punted into the forest, had spoken to very few people. Very few.

He rolled over on Jigen's couch, crushing a cigarette in a nearby ashtray, and grabbed a pillow to pull over his face.]

Jigen~~ [He's whining.] Why did you have to go announce it?

[Voice]

[alabastajewel]

[Vivi may not know the person speaking through the journal, but "Goemon" is a familiar name--the stoic but kind swordsman who'd helped her get home when she'd been shrunk by a Malnosso experiment.]

Your friend...was he kidnapped?