Wakey, Wakey, and Return to the Land of... Chelonauts, I suppose!

[inseine]

Characters: Javert, Lin, Hoffman, Marius, and ANYONE AT ALL
Date: Javert's awakening through Friday, July 19th
Location: EA-1C and around the city, mostly Earth Sector but he will venture into Fire, Wood, and others
Situation: Javert snaps out of the Malicant-induced mind trap. And doesn't understand a thing anymore. Frustrated with his careening thoughts, he takes a moment or two to catch up with the bulletins, then eventually heads out in search of a way to drain his mind completely. Bars may happen. Also included: "Interview" sessions with Lin and Hoffman and a Marius Interruptus.
Warnings/Rating: References to mind games and severe mental disturbances, references to self-harm, mentions of suicide and suicide attempts, mild language, drinking
Notes: You can choose to knock at Javert's door if you're interested (Just add a new thread), or you can run into him around the city/at a pub. Just specify where/when (he'll be out by evening) and we'll run with it.

Javert has not been seen or heard from for days.

He stopped answering bulletins. He has not put out any calls. He has not reported to work, neither with Wayne Industries nor his independent foreigner-led makeshift enforcement consultation group. A jog by his flat at EA-1C would reveal darkened windows, nothing stirring within.

Was he whisked away? Did Javert disappear from Keeliai completely, vaporized into thin air, like many others before him? Was he killed, while the rest of his investigation team at the Palace of Landed Sky managed to escape?

There was only one way to find out.

Comments

for now he is

[inseine]

[Javert bares his yellowed canines proudly in what could best be described as a toothy, predatory smirk. One feels ill-at-ease setting eyes on a smirk like that one, especially when it is in response to a perfectly reasonable request to not projectile vomit all over another man's face. He accepts the minor assistance with a heavy lean against the stranger's shoulder.]

You are. [Gawking, Javert means. He glances around to the nearest street sign, then examines the lane down to the next corner. Where are all the lighted signs? It is not late enough to shutter the city yet!] A little. And why not? [In a clucking mutter,] Apparently I am not drunk enough to miss that I am tonight's clown.

[But once he is standing he rejects further support, and he makes a loose swinging gesture to usher Rory away.]

Off with me, now! I will manage myself. To the b-- [His gaze darts back from where he came, then he pats his pockets with a wince, finishing lamely,] To the next stop. [Some alleyway would suit him. He bids Rory adieu too sharply and loudly:] Good day!

[Javert swings around, and after a brief spell of confusion, randomly selects a path and lurches forward. He may as well have cement blocks strapped to his boots, he stomps so heavily!]

he's already nannying one manchild, find another one X(

[pandoricas]

[Yep, Rory certainly has a bad feeling about this. But still that can't really stop him from helping somebody when they need it - and honestly getting vomit all over him won't be the worst thing that's happened, considering his life. It will just mostly be rude and troublesome, but he will manage.]

Um-- [Is... he supposed to respond to that? Rory is not sure, and he's still halfway through debating if he should respond or not when the man pushes him away. Rory stumbles back a bit, but manages to get his balance quickly and mostly just sort of stares as the man waves him goodbye.

...yeah, he's certainly going places tonight, considering the way he's moving. Places like alleyways and other general bad places to be in when you're drunk.

Rory, being Rory, can't help but worry, and since he can help Rory will now awkwardly trail behind, wondering if he should attempt to do anything befoer the guy bangs into the wall by accident or something.]