Recudor: Party's House

The door to the unusually quiet house opens, having luckily been left unlocked when everyone left the house. The faint scent of cinnamon accents the silent and still somehow clean house.

Jian stumbles lightly through the door followed by Frazil who closes the door behind her.

Clarent is sitting on one of the chairs at the kitchen table, asleep, with Hitomi on her lap, also asleep. The moment the two step in she jerks and catches herself before nearly falling off the chair exclaiming; "I'm awake!".
Shortly there after Hitomi jumps up from her lap, yelling out in childish excitement and begins running about the room before she eventually stomps her way upstairs.

Clarent rubs her eyes a little and welcomes the two back.

"Just the two of you then? How was the trip?"

Not being able to help himself, he giggles at Clarent's reaction of them stepping in, then seeing Hitomi lose her shit before running upstairs. It's quite a surreal scene to come back to, which forces him to smile.

"Well, good to see you're alright, it's just us two, yeah. I was dragged off to help Frazil out with something, not sure what the others were doing or still are doing as a matter of fact. The trip was.. Well I'd say somewhat successful? Progress in the least. Also met a familiar face.

Had a good nap I hope? You sure look like you did.", he then says, stepping in further to take a seat for a moment. Putting down the diary that's in his possesion onto the table, opening it, awaiting Clarent's response before then reading out a few bits to Frazil shortly after.

Frazil yawns on her way in. Walking across town 3 times will take it's toll. Ok, so... any ideas from that Journal Jian? Seems like a dead end to me.

A silence remains with him as he keeps skimming through the thing for a few moments. It does strike him that Itzel Felix must be Feli, the name, connection and description fit like a glove. White claw being mentioned aswell, it is quite clear that is has to be her. The thing gets more and more twisted, the insecurtiy within himself slowly putting him into the impression that there's a lot of trouble waiting.

"Well... The name Itzel Felix, I heard it before. And well, I know the person too, you saw the pictures yes? The girl? That, you see, is her, Itzel Felix, Feli, the girl RD was or well, is in touch with. And if she really was one to hunt down the person writing the Journal... well... I don't have any idea why she would hunt down a nosy person besides them wanting to snoop in their affairs but... You never know if there's more than that going on. The writers has a refugee background. I have a refugee background. Maybe she is one of those people... that hunt down refugees once they pinpointed and made sure the person really is their target...

That, of course, is just another thing I am wildly guessing with. But if it really is true, I might be in deep trouble myself. Given that my sorry ass is already on the shitlist of a lot of people tracking me down, including the last roots of my own family.", the longer he talks about this, the more grim his voice turns out to be. He is getting more and more flustered, maybe anxious, maybe scared or just straight up upset. It's hard to tell right now, the expression really something that nobody really has seen before.

Another silence commences, he suddenly slams the table. "Fuck", he simply says afterwards, "I just don't know who to trust anymore. Sam is mentioned in this too, now I know why she appeared on the scene. The journal mentions her being the last point the writer intended to go for, probably without ever reaching the desired destination."

He then falls silent again, there seems to be a lot to process from this. The writer obviously eastern, a refugee, the many names he actually can pinpoint and this whole diary being riddled with signs of this being more than just your average murder after some failed mugging scenario. He then shakes his head, eyes closing, a long, lung-emptying sigh then follows with him calming at least a little. "Why us?", the question mostly rhethorical. He knows that the eastern people that are targeted and hunted down mostly come from the parts of being survivors from the assault back in his homelands.

"I'm sorry. I may be overthinking things here. But...", without continuation, he interrupts himself right there.

Hell, you've made more connections in one rant than I've made all day. By all means. Keep going. In the mean time, I'm hungry. Frazil goes to the kitchen for some quick dinner and hopes that Jian has a better idea of what's going on than she does.

Oh, and to answer your question. Trust me. I'm the one person you can guarantee isn't caught up in any drama... yet.

Trying not to get too caught up in whatever is happening, Clarent can't help herself but to snicker as Frazil drops the comment about her being the only one to still remain out of drama. Not because of irony or anything the like, but the sheer truth behind how problematic the interactions between everyone had been for the few hours Clarent has spent awake.

Frazil starts making a dish as Jian continues to put the pieces together.