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[If there's one thing Adstringendum is good at, it's yanking people around. Where Horst had been laughing and giddy the night before, he's...well, not now.]

Mina was sent home. I'm sure those of you who knew here are aware, but....

[But he personally checked everywhere she could possibly have gone. Just in case. Hope springs eternal, they say.

As he shuts off the feed, there's the faint sound of something German-sounding. Or maybe it was just static.]

[A few hours later: Private Video to Raven]

Are you awake?

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[He considers the area for a moment.]

.. This isn't going to work.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst looks around, too drunk to consider interior decorating]

You're right. You need a fishbowl.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

Go to bed, Horst.

[He's dragging a chair, now, and guarding it as he does. He can carry something on his own.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Can't, I have to go see my friends. Booze.

[He looks around, slowly examining the new lab.]

I think Herr Snape has some beakers.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

I'll ask to borrow some, then.

[AKA charge into his lab and take them. He rights the chair, drums his fingers against the pad of paper on the table.

The pad of paper that is, currently, his only equipment.]

You slept in a trunk before. That room must be more comfortable.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst scoffs] Yes, well, do ask nicely. He's got a nasty set of hexes.

And the trunk is certainly not the most uncomfortable place I've laid my head. I fell asleep in a supply closet once, woke with a broom trying to dig its way through my ribs.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

I can handle a hex.

[He drops down into the chair he pushed all by himself, crossing his legs and opening a book to rest in his lap.]

Go. Find someplace dark before sunrise.