Nooooooo! Fabian, come on, I just need like ten minutes--
[ It's no use. Fabian is already gone. And so Riz scrambles off as quickly as he can muster, fueled by the panic unique to snapping out of a funny little episode and seeing what horrors you've wrought upon yourself.
By the time Fabian comes up, the clueboard blocking the door will have been disassembled, but the rest of the apartment isn't so much covered in clueboards as much as it is the clueboard. The issue is, is that when Riz drums himself into a frantic bout of mania like this, usually he's either in his office where nobody can see him, or he's at home where his mother is able to intervene.
From on top of the counter where he's standing, staring up at a clue he'd slapped at the very top of the cabinet, Riz frantically chants, ] I'm-gonna-clean-it-up-I'm-gonna-clean-it-up-I'm-gonna-clean-it-up!
[ His hands are shaking, which is not strictly abnormal for him. This is just how he gets when he's worked up over a case like this or when he's drank too much caffeine or more accurately, has done both of those things. What might be a little abnormal is the sheer insanity level of the clueboards, which have ramped up with the sort of intensity that usually takes Riz days instead of a single afternoon.
He swipes the clue off the cabinet, clutching it close to his chest. On it is written: TROLL: DEROGATORY SLUR USED IN HUMAN-ONLY CULTURES [EARTH-1, MUST INQUIRE FOR EARTHS 2-8. HUMAN RACISM INTERDIMENSIONALLY CONSISTENT? ]
I may or may not have spiraled a little.
[ The clueboard beside Fabian collapses to the ground. A clue wafts up towards Fabian. It reads: ARE WE REAL? ]
no subject
[ It's no use. Fabian is already gone. And so Riz scrambles off as quickly as he can muster, fueled by the panic unique to snapping out of a funny little episode and seeing what horrors you've wrought upon yourself.
By the time Fabian comes up, the clueboard blocking the door will have been disassembled, but the rest of the apartment isn't so much covered in clueboards as much as it is the clueboard. The issue is, is that when Riz drums himself into a frantic bout of mania like this, usually he's either in his office where nobody can see him, or he's at home where his mother is able to intervene.
From on top of the counter where he's standing, staring up at a clue he'd slapped at the very top of the cabinet, Riz frantically chants, ] I'm-gonna-clean-it-up-I'm-gonna-clean-it-up-I'm-gonna-clean-it-up!
[ His hands are shaking, which is not strictly abnormal for him. This is just how he gets when he's worked up over a case like this or when he's drank too much caffeine or more accurately, has done both of those things. What might be a little abnormal is the sheer insanity level of the clueboards, which have ramped up with the sort of intensity that usually takes Riz days instead of a single afternoon.
He swipes the clue off the cabinet, clutching it close to his chest. On it is written: TROLL: DEROGATORY SLUR USED IN HUMAN-ONLY CULTURES [EARTH-1, MUST INQUIRE FOR EARTHS 2-8. HUMAN RACISM INTERDIMENSIONALLY CONSISTENT? ]
I may or may not have spiraled a little.
[ The clueboard beside Fabian collapses to the ground. A clue wafts up towards Fabian. It reads: ARE WE REAL? ]