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stop! ghost time (open post)

JULY 21; COFFEERS' SHOP (LATE AFTERNOON)

Clara doesn't always snoop around the city and sometimes her work isn't always needed in the school. Sometimes she likes to stay in the shop. Sometimes she enjoys listening to idle conversation of the customers, not really listening in on them, that'll be rude, but nonetheless enjoying the buzz of activity the shop has during their busiest hours.

And sometimes that isn't enough. That's when she goes over and pokes around the lost and found box, seeing what's there and if anything is something that belongs to a current patron she can give back to without them looking. It's there that she finds a pair of marigold gloves during her search and about them draws her to them... Naturally she reaches out to and concentrates a bit to have a goodish grasp of it to see if there's a nametag anywhere when she notices a peculiar thing:

It feels... solid under her touch, real and tangible without the strange numbness to her fingertips she's become accustomed to at this rate. It takes her a second to realise what this means. She can touch them! She can hold them! She can do it with ease, most importantly of all.

Oh, what an exciting day for her as she mutters one little apology under her breath and zips off to the back of the shop with her new item. Already she has a little million ideas for them popping into mind, the excitement of the discovery along with the possibilities just enough to drown out her guilt for taking something out of the lost and found box that isn't hers.

JULY 25; AROUND THE CITY (ALL DAY)

After the last few days of activity, Clara decides it's time to be both proactive and to use her gloves to her advantage.

She'll now be found in areas that she usually doesn't snoop around in her attempts to glean information: The darker parts of the city, the seedier alleyways of the town, and etc. She'll peek through windows and go through walls, doing her best to stay invisible and quiet as a mouse while going through things with a newfound ease thanks to her gloves. (When she can bear the itching for long as she can, of course. Goodness do they chafe her skin.)

From Haringey to Hackney to Waltham Forest and then some, she'll be exploring and peeping into a lot of people today if she can. It's risky but she does her best. If she's to be a good observer of information, she needs to dig deep and hope she finds some things out, see what's going on in the heart of the city.

[ OOC: Or make your own scenario in your comment! Prose and brackets welcomed! A note, though, is that only one person can step in to help Clara get rid of the medium that she'll run into on July 25.]

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Unfortunately, Faust seemed to have forgotten about the sack for the moment. But another sound came from the other room -- a groan, or perhaps just an exhalation of air.

"Yes, I knew you'd understand." And then, suddenly:

"Is someone there?"

... No?

Naturally she doesn't say a thing because she covers her mouth and tries not to make a peep. Rather hard since she's both nervous and a bit scared thanks to the groan in there. There's someone else in there with him? Really?

Please don't come out here. There's no one else out here but just dust mites and static, good sir. Honest!

There was the sound of a door opening, then steadily approaching footsteps. Coming closer... closer...

"Perhaps someone's slipped in the back. I shouldn't be so forgetful."

Oh noooooo there really isn't anyone here! Really! Shoot-- Where does she go?

She looks around quickly, wondering where she can go to hide. Can't leave the hallway due to her fear of the salt on the floor and she isn't sure if turning invisible will be enough.

... The ceiling, maybe?

She looks up and wonders if that will work. It has to so she crosses her fingers, hopes no salt is lined in the attic or such, and quickly goes up to float above until the coast is clear.

There was indeed no salt in the attic, so Clara could easily float up there. The door to the hallway opened, and Faust stepped inside, looking up and down for hints that someone might have been in the area.

"Just my imagination...?"

Hmm. Curious. Very curious. But there didn't seem to be any trace of an intruder or a patient. Faust therefore retreated back into the clinic, closing the door behind him.

Praise the sun! He didn't notice her. She almost feels bad since he seems so busy but she's too deep in this to turn back now.

She uncovers her mouth after she muffles her sigh of relief, glad that she got out of that close call. Now that she nows that there's nothing in the attic, Clara thinks she knows a way into the room so to speak.

Here's to hoping that there's no traps for ghosts in there. It'll be hard to call Apollo for help if she gets caught trespassing.

Floating towards to the direction she thinks the room he's in is connected to, Clara counts to five Mississippis until she stops where she thinks she's hovering close to the room but not quite. She sticks her hand out, closing her eyes in anticipation for a zap or a sting or anything as she tests the territories of the room.

All was quiet as Clara stuck her hand out -- no zaps, no stings. No traps, seemingly.

Of course, if she ventured further into the room, she'd see a large pentacle drawn onto the floor. Clearly a preparation for some witch magic...

That is a rather ominous looking pentacle. Since she has no knowledge of witchcraft or the like, she can't make heads or tails of what it's supposed to be for.

This needs further investigation.

Emboldened by her luck so far, she decides to head into the room itself to look around and poke at its contents more to see what's going on. Seems like he's up to something but what? What's he trying to?

The alarm, an experimental spell that Faust had been working on in his spare time, was what alerted Faust to Clara's presence. He opened the door, eyes lighting upon Clara at once.

"Ah, the madam from before. I was wondering if I had developed a mouse problem."

What you doin' in his house, Clara? Clinic. Same difference. He practically lived here, anyway.

... Is it a good light in his eye or a bad light in his eye?

Either way, Clara is going to be caught in the act of looking around with curiosity of the room and she looks very guilty/shocked/terrified of being discovered. The thought of going invisible comes to mind but she feels too guilty to summon the strength to do so. It takes a lot of energy as it is to travel around.

"H-Hello! Such a surprise to bump into you because I, um, I... I got lost?" That is a legitimate excuse. Because ghosts are easily scatterbrained at time and she's already shown the ability to move around.

Is it too late to go invisible late or.

Hard to tell. Faust smiled.

"Usually, I ask my patients to come in through the door. But you don't look as though you have much need of my services. May I ask what you were looking for?"

His tone darkened -- only slightly, but enough to be noticeable. "And what you have seen?"

She can't lie to save herself so there's only one thing she can do:

Tell the truth. More or less.

"I… I saw you earlier," she starts, "and I thought to check up on you. So I followed along and got here. I didn't see much. Just got in here."

That isn't a lie. It's what happened, basically. There's no mention of her intentions but it isn't a lie when she doesn't speak of it at all.

"I put a few safeguards in place in case I had an unexpected visitor," said Faust. A mundane security alarm, in addition to the salt, which Clara had managed to not set off. (Maybe it needed recalibrating...?)

"You must have been very concerned about me to make your way around them like that."

Clara can be neaky ghost when she wants to be in the face of technology and gizmos and gadgets. It's just she isn't sneaky enough and now she finds herself trying to explain her presence. Easier said than done when she's rather scared for her life.

"I--I am!" Clara says with enough confidence to sound convincing, voice cracking presumably from shyness of being caught like this. "Can't I be worried for someone when I see them in this part of the city? I didn't know you were sta-- li-- you were here."

Unsure of what exactly this clinic is to him -- is it merely a workplace or a home of sorts? -- she opts to try and keep her words neutral as possible until she learned more about.

Faust gave her a hard smile. "No, of course not. I don't believe I gave you my card. If, as you say, you're simply here out of concern for me, then you shouldn't mind accompanying me to my office. Yes?"

He was keeping an eye on you, Clara.

Would it be too late for her to call a friend to help her out with this?

Possible, probably, definitely. Not wanting to arouse anymore suspicions on her, she nods and tries to give her best smile to show she isn't afraid or nervous at all because what's happening here. "Not at all! I would love to see more of your clinic here. It's so, um, tidy."

"Excellent," said Faust, smiling cordially at her. "This way, please." He led her down the hall to a small office, which looked like... a normal doctor's office? Papers, files, two chairs. He sat down in the one by the small desk and motioned for Clara to sit in the other.

There was a framed photo displayed prominently on the edge of his desk. One of the people in it was most likely Faust from an earlier time. He looked happy, handsome. Rested, even. The other was a lovely, tall woman with long blonde hair, holding a grinning mutt in her arms.

Faust busied himself with pouring out a cup of tea for Clara. "Sugar?"

Had he forgotten that she was a ghost...?

It takes her a second to sit down, needing enough concentration to do that while keeping herself aware of everything else around her but she manages it. She pulls out the chair, takes a seat and manages to not fall through. Phew.

The picture on the desk catches her attention though. With how everything seems so normal in the office, she can't help but feel drawn to that. She stares at the photo for a few seconds, noting both the happier looking doctor and the young woman with him and their(?) pet.

She takes that's his poor wife from before her passing. She is lovely as he said she was and o-oh! Right! He's talking to her.

"Um! I don't drink! I can't drink." Ghosts don't need sustenance like when they were still alive. One of the perks, maybe? Either way she waves her arms back and forth to turn down the cup, trying to be polite while doing so. "Thank you for the offer. I used to like mine being quite dark and heavy, actually."

"Oh, how absentminded of me," said Faust apologetically. The tea seemed to have overflowed the cup and started dripping onto the floor; Faust didn't notice that, either. He put the kettle back and made himself comfortable in his own chair.

"We took that photo years ago, when she was still alive. She raised that dog from a young pup." Had he... accepted her story about being concerned about him?

She looks at the too full cup and can't help but feel worse at the sight of it. He's clearly busy, no doubt tired, and here she is being a snoop for a ghost while he's trying to be civil to her.

It could be a trap to make her relax around his presence but she can't stop feeling awful.

On one hand, she hopes he believes her claims that she's worried for him. On the other hand, she wants to apologise for wanting to spy on him and add she really does worry now. "They're both so adorable there. She and the dog must have been so close. Dogs are so loyal to their friends. More so to the ones who raised them from day one."

"Yes..." Was this a good time to mention he still had the dog's skeleton? Even Faust had been so attached to him. "His name was Frankensteiny. Eliza's idea, of course -- she had a unique sense of humor. I think it was because he was such a mutt, there was no telling which pieces of different breeds had gone into him."

Certainly Frankensteiny's features seemed unidentifiable, not like a simple Labradoodle.

"You know, I'm glad you showed up here, Mrs. Seville. It does get lonely at times."

Hearing the name has her crack a genuine smile free of apprehension of fear, always charmed by such clever and adorable names.

"Such a creative name! That's one way to show off how unique Frankensteiny was." She looks back at the photo more obviously this time and smiles at the sight of the three before she returns her attention to. "I'm glad too. It's nice to see you again since last time."

No matter the circumstances surrounding her reasons here. She almost wants to say sorry but she doesn't want to get Ma-- Ms. Sommerset into trouble too since she'll need to explain herself. "Your clinic is quite quaint, I have to say. It's been a while since I've been in one but I can bet that you've been working here a lot."

"Why, thank you." Faust's smile seemed genuine enough. Maybe it almost made up for the weirdness of the tea and the obviously shady pentagram. Clearly he spent a lot of late nights doing something.

"I run it by myself, mostly, though I have some part-timers working the front desk. But I'm afraid it's lacking a woman's touch." Well... sort of. Everything thus far was neat and tidy, but there was no art on the walls, no houseplants in the hall.

It's enough to have her relax thanks to the direction of the conversation, something almost normal.

She looks around and while she doesn't vocalise it, she quite agrees with his observation. It is quite barren and she was there when they were moving all of Francisco's things from his hospital room away. It wouldn't have to something here to make it more of a place for him to stay if he's here for a long time.

Suddenly a lightbulb flickers; an idea pops in her head. "I have a lamp. Since I don't use it anymore, maybe it could be of more use to you. If you're interested in it."

"A... lamp?" For a second or two, in Faust's state of exhaustion, he envisioned a genie's lamp -- some ancient, arcane vessel of gold that would grant one's wishes in one fail swoop. But that was ridiculous. She meant a much more mundane piece of furniture, of course.

"I don't have any spare end tables, Mrs. Seville. Unless it's a floor lamp."

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