Who: Hanna Falk Cross - open
When: June 15th and forward
Where: Around the barge, Hanna likes to wander
What: Hanna enters the chat! He's going to be irritated and looking for information, but mostly pleasant if annoying. He doesn't want to rock the boat too hard when he's got not a lot to protect himself with.
Warnings: Will add as needed



Wandering the halls
It's a strange thing to be nursing bruised knuckles after punching someone in the jaw, but the thing that actually killed him isn't presenting itself as a problem. He'll have to get used to that, he guesses, not that he's complaining. He'd rather not get thrown into an alien space ship thing bleeding out, and what kind of ammo did you use for obnoxious pirate-ass looking guns anyways? The size of the bullet would have just gone straight through, he's sure, it didn't have much to get through anyways. The close range probably didn't help either, but man what an asshole. He'd been thinking he was going to aim for Tobias instead with how he was going on, but you never could figure out crazy unless you had a little yourself.

"I think I hate palindromes now. 12:21 is my unlucky fucking number." He grumbles at himself, rolling up a sleeve to start doing a self check, the arrays and runes that he could see without undressing in the hallway perfectly in place. Kind of weird to think that in death it mattered, but for some strange reason it was still a requirement to keep him chugging along. Ah well, he was used to it.

His hand goes to reach behind him for his hammer that he swore was in his belt loop, and grabs air, turning half around to double check because yeah, no dice. "Are you kidding me? Gotta at least have-" He pats at his pockets, the address slip still in there, and cool, just what he was looking for. He feels like he's gotten away with something, uncapping his marker to start drawing on his hand, and yet, when he finishes its just black ink, nothing happening. There goes his idea of prepared self-defense.

"I am so screwed."

Some time later in the library

Not to be deterred entirely by his sudden nerfing, Hanna has found himself in the library, which is probably for the best because he's going to be working in here soon enough. He's actually kind of excited about it, and even seems to enjoy sifting through the card catalogue. His own local library had shifted over to digital recently but the new system worked like dog shit and he could find something easily this way, was entirely used to it. He'd been looking to see if this place had anything on runic magic, because sometimes you could find good reference in the weirdest places even if most of them were duds, but soon got distracted by the media section.

He'd been flipping through to see if there was anything he recognized when he got to the L's and suddenly there is this sound that comes out, definitely not in his library voice, "Holy shit! No way..."

Pulling the cd case from it's place Hanna holds it up like it was made of fucking gold, flipping it over to check the back. Ludo's "Prepare the Preperations" Album clearly states that it's release date was 2010, and Hanna feels both elated and fucking cheated, "Of course they waited till after I died to release another one. Figures." He's just going to save that for later and continue searching. Maybe some of his other favorites are hidden in here and he can just drown out all his feelings with some new good music.

Because he's curious and wants to bitch about something

He was still salty about the bathroom thing, not like his apartment could get any shittier. It wouldn't hurt to just take a peak though, right? See what he's supposed to be using like everyone else, and it wasn't like he wasn't ever going to shower. That was fucking gross.

He'd never been to college but he figures this is probably what a hall bathroom looks like in some kind of dorm space, thankful that the stalls were at least stalls and no one was required to just shower out in the open like the locker rooms back in high school. That had been a fucking nightmare and a half even before his body had gotten it's 'E for everyone' rating removed. Trying not to think about how he probably still could be shoved into a locker and how long he might have to wait to be let out if that happened, he walks over to the weird future-shower and starts inspecting it. Fucking weird alien thing, he's sure.

Home sweet home

He hasn't made the full rounds, but coming back to his room, staring at the door with it's fucked up numbers, he's going to open the door again and just take it in. It was dark in there, like usual, the hanging singular lightbulb one of the only light fixtures in the whole studio. It was what he was used to, but having peaked into some of the other unused rooms that all had similar doors, he can admit that maybe it'd be nice for a change. And yet, he doesn't think he'll ask. The tiny window he can't even reach still has the marks in the dust on the sill that he can see when he's standing this far away where his Zombie partner had put his hands to peak out.

His work name tag is still sitting on the kitchen island, tiny thing that it was, and everything that connected him to home was right here. It didn't matter that it was messy, he could probably actually find the time to clean it now that he wasn't going to be working so much, but that could come later.

"At least it doesn't come with Mrs. Blaney." He reminds himself, wishing that somewhere in the clutter of the entirely all too small space was his hammer, but he's pretty sure that thing didn't come with the room. He wonders if the knives in the kitchen drawer are also gone, not that he had anything especially sharp, maybe a couple butter knives? But that was fine. He had to set to the real work now anyways and figure out what actually worked and what didn't. It'd be a bunch of trial and error he was sure, and maybe he could figure out if the multi-use sick and popcorn bowl he kept in the cabinet was still there for the long haul if it got a little rough in the testing stages.