Jonathan Crane (
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I shouldn't be so curious
Who: Garrus and Crane
When: October
Where: Libertas
What: Two truths and a lie
Warnings: None
[Libertas is but one portal away. Months ago, Crane had left Cadens behind, welcoming the solitude, the privacy and honestly the secrecy. His work had caught the eye of a wealthy benefactor, possessed of more money than sense, who had bankrolled a residence from which he could run his practice. Now money is less of an issue and his mind is free to theorise.
But what is there to wonder about Garrus? He is polite when the man arrives at his door, civil but not warm. Come inside. Take a seat. Have a drink. His mind swats away the idea to set another man on fire and guides him to his desk. He stands in front and waits for his guest to choose a chair: one of several arranged in a circle.]
Well, let's get started, shall we?
[Behind him, a bookcase filled ceiling to floor. Upon the desk are notes, papers, journals all arranged in orderly piles. His office is a comfortable but sterile space. Everything is related to his work. Nothing is related to his personality. There are no photographs, no personal touches. Nothing a detective can read from.]
When: October
Where: Libertas
What: Two truths and a lie
Warnings: None
[Libertas is but one portal away. Months ago, Crane had left Cadens behind, welcoming the solitude, the privacy and honestly the secrecy. His work had caught the eye of a wealthy benefactor, possessed of more money than sense, who had bankrolled a residence from which he could run his practice. Now money is less of an issue and his mind is free to theorise.
But what is there to wonder about Garrus? He is polite when the man arrives at his door, civil but not warm. Come inside. Take a seat. Have a drink. His mind swats away the idea to set another man on fire and guides him to his desk. He stands in front and waits for his guest to choose a chair: one of several arranged in a circle.]
Well, let's get started, shall we?
[Behind him, a bookcase filled ceiling to floor. Upon the desk are notes, papers, journals all arranged in orderly piles. His office is a comfortable but sterile space. Everything is related to his work. Nothing is related to his personality. There are no photographs, no personal touches. Nothing a detective can read from.]
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[That's about the only thought that flicks through his head on the approach. It's a lot bigger than he'd expected. Reminding him of the place he'd seen in the Horizon a while back. Doctoring pays well, looks like. Still, he doesn't hesitate. He'd been invited, after all.]
[He's added a couple layers to his outfits, with the weather starting to cool into fall - even out here, in the Free Cities. So he peels out of it as he steps in, following Crane readily enough - though it's careful. Careful not to bash his head on a doorframe built for humans, or blunder into anything else. He's gotten used to it, over time here.]
You make it sound like a session, Doctor.
[That said, he drops into a larger sized chair. Less chance of having to hunch up in it. The wry comment giving him a chance to flick his eyes around the room. Huh - maybe the place he does sessions? It'd make sense to keep it pretty sparse.]
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I am SO SORRY I thought I replied already!
No problem!
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