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Nov. 26th, 2019 04:49 pmThe joy of saying fuck it to both your boss and the voice in your head and doing something really dumb is that it means that when you’re out doing something dumb it’s really easy to add more stupid things to do. Given that Alex Reagan is particularly known for doing stupid things, it probably shouldn’t surprise anyone that after seeing Simon in Turkey, as well as touching the Horn of Tiamat that she doubles down on things and decides to change her flight from Turkey to home to Turkey to London.
Nic just sighed when she’d told him that she was going to take a detour to look at the cave paintings in Bath, but he didn’t argue with her other than to tell her that Strand was worried and he was calling every day for information on where the hell she had gone and where the hell she was going and why the hell wasn’t she answering his calls and what stupid thing had she done now. Alex has listened to the voicemails and had read the texts, but she didn’t respond. She has no intention fighting with him from seven thousand miles and multiple time zones away. Alex knows when she gets home it’s going to be a huge fight, but for now that’s a problem for later Alex.
Current Alex has a different problem. When she went to Bath, Alex had discovered that the cave paintings had been closed off and that they required the permission of the Magnus Institute in order to get into them. Alex has heard of it of course—it’s impossible to be in the world of the paranormal as much as she is without hearing about it. Strand had entirely derided it along with the American equivalent The Usher Foundation as being nothing but charlatans who make money off of people who need actual help like The Strand Institute could provide. Indeed, Alex had reached out to the Usher Foundation, but they had sent her a politely worded letter that had informed her that they didn’t do publicity, but if she ever wished to discuss her experiences, then they’d be glad to take a statement from her.
Alex can’t say why the phrase ‘taking a statement’ from her inspired such a cold chill down her spine, but it was too similar to the way that her gut felt about Warren for Alex to ever even consider doing it.
It’s a similar sensation that she has when she’s standing outside of the Institute attempting to get in to see Elias Bouchard for permission to get into the caves. In the end, he doesn’t see her but he does send her down to the archives to see the archivist through Bouchard’s assistant. It doesn’t seem weird because that would be were stuff would be but she still gets a little chill as she walks through the halls. It reminds her unnervingly of being watched and the times that she’s suspected that Simon has been around bilocating. It reminds her of that but it’s definitely not the same for however creepy Simon is about this sort of stuff, Alex is always pretty sure that he’s there to protect her. This isn’t that. This almost has a feeling of...anticipation.
Apophenia Alex tells herself quickly and it’s mirrored by the voice of Strand in her head, but she’s got her professional smile on her face as she adjusts her large bag and knocks on the open door. She’s in slightly rumpled professional gear, nice jeans and blazer over a shirt with a scarf wrapped around her neck and makeup hides the circles below her eyes which are worse than they normally would be, considering the jet lag and everything around the horn. But her voice is the same Canadian radio ready tone as ever when she speaks. “Mr. Sims? My name is Alex Reagan. I’m sorry to bother you, but Mr. Bouchard sent me down here.”
Nic just sighed when she’d told him that she was going to take a detour to look at the cave paintings in Bath, but he didn’t argue with her other than to tell her that Strand was worried and he was calling every day for information on where the hell she had gone and where the hell she was going and why the hell wasn’t she answering his calls and what stupid thing had she done now. Alex has listened to the voicemails and had read the texts, but she didn’t respond. She has no intention fighting with him from seven thousand miles and multiple time zones away. Alex knows when she gets home it’s going to be a huge fight, but for now that’s a problem for later Alex.
Current Alex has a different problem. When she went to Bath, Alex had discovered that the cave paintings had been closed off and that they required the permission of the Magnus Institute in order to get into them. Alex has heard of it of course—it’s impossible to be in the world of the paranormal as much as she is without hearing about it. Strand had entirely derided it along with the American equivalent The Usher Foundation as being nothing but charlatans who make money off of people who need actual help like The Strand Institute could provide. Indeed, Alex had reached out to the Usher Foundation, but they had sent her a politely worded letter that had informed her that they didn’t do publicity, but if she ever wished to discuss her experiences, then they’d be glad to take a statement from her.
Alex can’t say why the phrase ‘taking a statement’ from her inspired such a cold chill down her spine, but it was too similar to the way that her gut felt about Warren for Alex to ever even consider doing it.
It’s a similar sensation that she has when she’s standing outside of the Institute attempting to get in to see Elias Bouchard for permission to get into the caves. In the end, he doesn’t see her but he does send her down to the archives to see the archivist through Bouchard’s assistant. It doesn’t seem weird because that would be were stuff would be but she still gets a little chill as she walks through the halls. It reminds her unnervingly of being watched and the times that she’s suspected that Simon has been around bilocating. It reminds her of that but it’s definitely not the same for however creepy Simon is about this sort of stuff, Alex is always pretty sure that he’s there to protect her. This isn’t that. This almost has a feeling of...anticipation.
Apophenia Alex tells herself quickly and it’s mirrored by the voice of Strand in her head, but she’s got her professional smile on her face as she adjusts her large bag and knocks on the open door. She’s in slightly rumpled professional gear, nice jeans and blazer over a shirt with a scarf wrapped around her neck and makeup hides the circles below her eyes which are worse than they normally would be, considering the jet lag and everything around the horn. But her voice is the same Canadian radio ready tone as ever when she speaks. “Mr. Sims? My name is Alex Reagan. I’m sorry to bother you, but Mr. Bouchard sent me down here.”
