Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-3991308-20150605043623

Avian nervously drummed his fingers on his lips. He wanted to be calm and get himself (and the others, of course) out of here, but obviously he didn't know how. And he was totally unsure on how exactly they were going to manage.

"Paperwork," he tried to say, but even that singular word look a lot of effort to get out of his mouth. "We could go to the office to get schedules, pretend our paperwork got misplaced and 'redo' it," he said. "Look, we're stuck here and I have no idea what this place is like, and I'm internally panicking and maybe our best bet is improvising everything, so I'm going to go from there. Conclusion: paperwork first."

Hemlock eyed Hank with a brief look of suspicion. "You warmed up to that Bryony girl quite quickly," he noted. If Hemlock thought himself as someone incredibly knowledgeable about Hank, he would have called that simple act 'uncharacteristic'. But Hemlock was a believer in the unknowability of people and he thought best not to question it.

"I'm going, of course. Especially if someone manages to get the transfers to come as well. How do I put it? They're fascinating. I don't know why, but they feel like such... anachronisms to me," Hemlock tapped the ends of his fingers together. "You know my interest for abnormal people."

And then, there was the outburst.

"Wait," Hemlock said. His grin fell from his face, which became suddenly serious. He looked down at Bryony. "Miss, you're not suggesting... Is this a ruse? Are you kidding us? I'm not saying that you can't be from the future, but I'm a man of science, and I can't believe something that ridiculous without sufficient evidence."