Mock Investigation

[themuppeteers]

[Friday morning rolls around, and you find yourself waking to a familiar sense of dread. Something is wrong again-- more wrong than everything else that's already happened throughout the week, that is.

But the rest of the house is quiet, as far as you can tell, and the area outside of the bedrooms seems to be clear of any sort of scene. Maybe the fear is unfounded.

Still, there's a few other floors of the house to search through, and it might be best just to be thorough in checking to make sure nothing happened overnight. You know, to be certain that Wilkins didn't snap another neck or something.

Investigate?]

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[asksforsolittle]

[he goes up to look for something to fortify the defenses he and Sarah are planning, and can't help sneaking another look at the toys. one was the Chef, after all. he can't help but wonder if it's changed]

[themuppeteers]

[Well, he'll definitely notice right away that one of the funko's is missing. Sarah's, specifically. It's just gone from the shelf entirely.]

[asksforsolittle]

[his eyes widen as terror turns his blood to ice. he's never felt this before, and it roots him to the spot, his fingers twitching with the itch to call upon magic that isn't there. then he remembers he still has one power, and desperately reaches out to find her, wherever in the house she might be]

[themuppeteers]

[Sarah's probably still fine! It's just that the Funko pop just happens to not be here.

However, as Jareth has been up here before, he may also note that the normally immaculate collection is in disarray, as if someone has been rustling through them.]

[its_not_fair]

[She couldn't explain why, but Sarah felt drawn to the attic. She sees a familiar tall figure standing near the... Figures...]

Jareth? What's wrong?

[asksforsolittle]

[at the sound of her voice he whirls around, his hair a flurry. the cockatoo startles, flapping around the attic with a frantic beating of its wings and a screech of dismay which echoes. apparently nobody likes it up here]

Sarah! You're here.

[his relief is so strong that it steals strength from everywhere else, especially his knees, and he grabs the shelf]

But you aren't here. I thought perhaps --- and that --- but you aren't. And I ---

[how does he properly share just how scared he was? he has no clue]

[its_not_fair]

[She yelps, ducking when the bird does its lap. Once it settles again she straightens, holding onto the wall for support]

Yeah... I... I wanted to help look around.

[She shakes her head]

You're not making any sense. What do you... [Her eyes widen when she sees that shelf] But... where did it go?!

[asksforsolittle]

[oh good, something to focus on instead of his feelings]

I'm not sure. Someone was looking through them. Look here: they're all out of place. I wonder if there's anything else...

[its_not_fair]

[She nods, looking around the room for anything else that may have been disturbed by the Pop Thief]

[themuppeteers]

[The boxes here look as if they've been rustled through. If Sarah gets on the tips of her toes, she can see that the ones on the high shelves look as if they've been searched, too.]

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth knew Monty had looted the basement, but this looks entirely different. he moves toward the boxes first. if Sarah asks for his help, he can help her check the shelf... he is a bit taller, after all]

[themuppeteers]

[Everything that should be in the box is in there! Nothing particularly interesting about it.]

[its_not_fair]

[She frowns]

If the boxes up there have been gone through it probably wasn't one of the shorter guests.

[She looked at Jareth. That mostly leaves the humans... Whoops]

Well... unless they can climb.

[asksforsolittle]

[Jareth looks from the boxes to the shelf]

Perhaps they stacked the boxes to reach the shelf.

[he takes a look to see what's up there]

[themuppeteers]

[More boxes!

...And more Funko Pops tucked away. Wow, this attic really has a lot of them.]