Jeremiah nodded, said "Thank you", and went into the room Damien had indicated as belonging to him. As soon as both suitcases were inside and the door was closed, Jeremiah leaned against the door. [i]Faecat? What did that even mean?[/i] He had been wondering about a few things since he had arrived in Axemouth, but there was a difference between the training mentioning things like ghosts and hauntings offhandedly and seeing something that so obviously did not fit in with any known understanding of the natural world. He doubted Damien would be able to clarify; the man didn't seem to think Vez was remotely odd in any way.

Soon, though, shock gave way to curiosity. Jeremiah pushed himself off of the door and opened the smaller suitcase, musing all the while. True, a 'faecat' did not fit into any known understanding of the natural world. But perhaps he could change that. Study the 'natural world' of Axemouth, see how it differed from elsewhere. If nothing else, Jeremiah did enjoy a good, harmless mystery and a chance to learn new things. If people he talked to even gave permission (such as Damien and whoever had given him Vez), he could publish it as research. And of course if anyone said no - Jeremiah had mentioned he enjoyed the chance to learn new things, yes? He didn't have to share it to learn from it.

As he unpacked, refolded, and put away his clothing into drawers, he began making a mental checklist of things he needed. At the top of the list was a new journal: something beside his work notebook where he could record his observations about life in Axemouth. Preferably one with a lock; it was nothing against Damien, but he had enough negative experiences with people that it was important he had a space he knew was his own. The next thing was his old corkboard - the 'nutter board', as a few less-than-collegiate colleagues had called it. It was in storage, but having it hanging up again would be very helpful if they had any particularly stubborn cases. Third thing... he glanced around the room. A floor lamp, perhaps?

Axemouth was going to be an experience, he just knew it.