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[There is a man in a plain back, two button suit and tie, with well polished shoes who is currently pacing in front of the statue in the town square. His close cropped brown hair is left slightly mussed as he absently runs a hand through it, muttering softly under his breath.]

This is too elaborate for him. I stopped him. So this is something else, something far more complex. The Mayor isn't available, I've heard that before. [He makes a face]

What am I talking about I've used that before!

[he is still pacing, not noticing the drums that he hears constantly in his own mind are now audible outside of those confines. his step falters as the realization dawns on him and he whirls quickly, clearly thrown. His voice is soft.] What...? No, no that's not...

[Then louder] I don't take well to being toyed with.

[Again, he thinks he hears the sound of the infernal noise behind him and he turns, barely resisting the urge to growl in frustration. With effort, he takes a breath, reigning himself back under control. He meticulously smooths out his hair, then his suit, and ends with straightening his cuffs.]

Very well, since answers do not seem to be forthcoming, I suppose I'll just have to wait. I hope it isn't for too long. I have far more important things to attend to that don't involve my staying in this ridiculous, if seemingly quaint, setting.

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[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. It changes sometimes, too. [Although he's not sure why. It occurs to him that he hasn't thought to ask if this music followed anyone around before, and he looks at the other man thoughtfully.]

Hey - you'd not happen to be one of the people who were here before, would ye?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

No, I have not been here before. Though I hardly think I would be any more pleased, had this been my second time pulled from where I come from.

[bonnypiperlad]

I'd not imagine they are. It's bad enough the first time here, if ye ask me.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

I find I must agree with you. I don't suppose you may have found out anything of merit since you arrived?

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. There's some sort of spell on the Mayor's house that drops ye into the lake if ye try to get there.

[He doesn't know about the redirection part of things taking place first. And yes, Sophie thought it was science rather than a spell, but it's easier for him to believe it's the latter.]

Apparently that was the way out before and they don't want ye to go through there again.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Was it? Good to know, even if the information isn't very useful at the moment. [He'll have to go check things out later.]

[bonnypiperlad]

Maybe so, but just because they've closed that way off doesn't mean there's not another. It's just a matter of finding it.