Who: Enver Gortash, Open
Where: Various Locations
When: Post-flood, Over the next several days, excluding any event stuff
Warnings: None, will update as needed.

He knew something was amiss when what had become a habitual glance into the infirmary while at work, sometimes to speak, sometimes just to check in, came up with nothing. Perhaps he didn't have Durge's schedule perfectly memorized, but perhaps it was an off day for another reason. The man could have slept in or had other matters to attend.

He didn't know something was wrong until later. When finally he was convinced to step away from his work (exercising the muscle memory left over from the flood, letting that false knowledge inform his current skills so they might not totally fade away) to take a lunch break, he first checked the infirmary one last time before deciding he would see if the Bhaalspawn was in his cabin.

The door had changed.

Not gone. That might have said something of the ship, as it did when that foggy rotted place bled in.

No, more it was nondescript. The way the doors in the halls are when a cabin is unoccupied.

For a moment, he's frozen in place in sight of it. Part of him internally confirming that no, it was not the wrong floor or the wrong door. And then for a few seconds more, there is nothing inside. No thought. No feeling. A void.

He disappears back to his own cabin before it can implode.

On the network he sends a quick message that he will be a little late coming back. But he does, true to his word, and that is the beginning.

Over the next several days, his work in the cybernetics lab and his appearances throughout the barge are punctual as ever. Not a second early or late. Polished, postured, prepared. In a word, impeccable. He takes his meals in the dining hall much as he had on his initial arrival: on time, seated mostly separate but open to socialization. He will answer greetings in the halls and decks by name if he knows them and spare the time for introductions if needed. He doesn't say as long in the library as he used to, preferring not to settle down somewhere there to read and take notes and preferring to take his books back to his cabin. If he goes to the speakeasy in the evenings, he is there purely to drink. He's never stumbling-over drunk by the end, more that he seems to be giving himself a nightcap.

(ooc: The Dark Urge disappeared and Gortash is doing what he does best. Dealing.)