[h1][b][i][color=lime][center]Elias Hawthorne[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=lime]Location:[/color] North Rawyn (his shop, Spectral, in the Eastfort Center) to South Rawyn (The Community Center)
[color=lime]Interactions:[/color] Lucy (@2plus2isnot5)[/center]
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The hands of the antique grandfather clock that sat in the corner of Spectral continued to move forward no matter how hard Elias wished for time to pause. Earlier in the day he had found a strange, and incredibly vague, note underneath a sleeping Morpheus when he opened the shop. He could only assume that the girl the note referred to was Olivia, the girl who had either suddenly disappeared, or who had simply run off depending on who you asked. He wasn’t sure why the note was sent to him, or how someone had managed to get it inside his locked-up shop either. At first, he had thought it was part of some kind of prank; rile up the town crazy, try and get him wrapped up in a crazy conspiracy theory for a laugh. In the back of his mind, however, he could feel the intentions of the note’s writer and it felt genuine. 

He thought about going, if he could do something that might help find that poor girl he would, but the fear of getting involved in something that could drag him back into the supernatural held him back. If this truly was a mundane case, or if the girl had simply run off, then he could see no reason why anyone would involve him. The note in his shop had to mean some sort of supernatural involvement and that was just the sort of thing he didn’t want to be involved in. So, he had spent all day alternating between trying not to think about it and asking for guidance on what to do. He had consulted his tarot deck, tea leaves, and the Ogham runes but everything was so inconclusive; so either this was a choice he must make on his own or he was letting his fears color his interpretations, trying to ignore the obvious so he can continue to lie to himself. 

[color=lime]”This is ridiculous, I mean obviously I shouldn’t go right. No way anything on the up and up even goes on at the community center after eleven anyway.”[/color] Eli spoke to a barely interested Morpheus. The cat lay on Spectral’s main counter and Elias leaned against the same counter consulting with the wisest of all spirits; the cat. He scratched underneath the cat’s chin and Morpheus happily purred. [color=lime]”Excellent, so we are in agreement.”[/color]


Morpheus let out a long meow and gave him that judgmental look all cats seem to know how to do. Apparently, the cat was not going to leave things up for interpretation. [color=lime]”I’m almost doing well, you know, I don’t need to get involved with this. I’ve got a real bad feeling, this is gonna take me back to a place I don’t want to be.”[/color] He continued, although now he was thinking maybe talking to the cat wasn’t exactly saying wonders about his mental state to begin with. Morpheus continued his disappointed look although the cat was still happily accepting the chin scratches. Eli glanced at the day’s newspaper that lay beside the cat which contained the article about the missing girl, which he had read several times that day. [color=lime]”I guess you’re right, I’d be a pretty shit person if I didn’t try and help. Well at least they’ve promised refreshments. My sanity for tea and biscuits, I hope they’re worth it.”[/color] He said with a sarcastic chuckle to himself before locking the shop up for the night and heading to the other side of town. 


Eli was only a little late to the party and he was happy to see he wasn’t alone at the community center. There were a handful of others looking about as confused as he was as well as a glorious table covered with cupcakes and sausage rolls. He also noticed no one seemed to be eating which was pretty bizarre considering how good the food looked, and smelled. He took a quick second to study the other faces in the room and didn’t immediately recognize anyone except for Lucy, who had worked at Shifting Sands for a short stint. Well that was one mystery solved; he knew who wrote the note. He figured Lucy would explain what was going on when she was ready so he went ahead and helped himself to some of the food and some tea. It was a chilly walk down to the community center and the hot beverage was much needed.

[color=lime]”Here I was expecting a packet of stale biscuits but you went all out with the refreshments. Much appreciated.”[/color] He said, snacking on a cupcake.