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[Claire has been working on her investigation into Twister's murder. She's complied a list of notes about what she has discovered so far. It reads as follows:

- After being cleaned up, the body was found to have several gash marks on it's chest. Some kind of animal?
- Luke seems to think that it might have been a person trying to convince us it was an animal by fabricating the extent of the wounds.
- Regardless, he definitely died by being stabbed through the heart.
- Ms. Layton has laid a claim to taking over as Prime Minister soon after the death. She is a suspect.
~~- Talking to Clive has shown that Prime Minister Twister killed him before all this happened.~~ This isn't relevant to the case? Unless it pins Clive as a suspect.
- Don Paolo claims to be the last person to have seen Twister before he died. He says he witnessed him talking to a Clive he was unfamiliar with in the lobby.
- Talk to the Clives to find out if any of them were with Twister on the day of the murder?
- Don't bother with that one annoying Clive until it becomes unavoidable.

She's frowning. Talking to all of the Clives would take ages... Feel free to give her some advice, whether you fall into the Clive category or not.]

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It seems to stop? Like literally just stop working?

[He sighs and shakes his head.]

(Maybe that's why I've been going through depressive cycles? Halting me from working. Interesting.)

Well I'm sorry...

It's more like whenever I make some progress something happens to hinder me or set me back to square one.

I'm really starting to believe that this place could either have some consciousness of it's own or that it's controlled by an outside force that influences what we do.

[She grips his hand slightly, as if this troubles her.]

[Noticing that she's held his hand he jumps a little, but then starts caressing it with his thumb lightly, to calm her down.]

I believe that too. I think...there's someone out there. Or if not, this place is conscious on it's own. Did you ever read the book "Rose Red" by Stephan King? I think it's like that.

But I think...there's a reason behind everything. Todo va bien, mi amour...

You're quite the logical thinker. I've always liked that about you.

Perhaps you're right, too. But who knows when, if ever, we'll find out more about this place.

[They've reached Claire's room now, so she stops and lets go of Dimitri's hand to unlock the door.]

You and I both know one has to be an irrational sort of logical thinker to be a scientist.

I think we'll find out eventually...I'm sure we will.

[He let's her drop his hand and walks into the room with her. This is technically the first time he's been in a woman's bedroom for years. It was strange thinking about it. And a little pathetic.]

[Claire is already searching through a drawer.]

Here we are!

[She pulls out the eyeshadow.]

Now, just to head to the scene of the crime, I suppose.

I suppose that's our next stop.

(Or we can stay here and you can let me kiss you.)

[He mentally scolded himself for that thought and smiled to her, waiting for her initiative to leave.]

[She pauses for a moment, then shakes her head.]

Let's... let's go then.

You okay? You looked as if you were thinking a moment?

[He hopes nothing is wrong, because the last thing he needs is him doing something to upset her.]

Heh. I was just thinking that it was a little odd that this is the first time I've brought you back here.

[Dimitri turns a little pink at the idea of her thoughts and nods.]

It's funny I was thinking the same thing, since you've been in my room before. Yours looks a lot more...put together than mine.

(Well, I've been a little too sloth to even lift a hand to clean, but okay...)

I like to have everything where I can remember where it is. Your room is the creative mess of a true genius and I like that.

Honestly, I think the reason I've never brought you here before is because it's a bit boring. There's much more to do at the lab.

[He gives a small laugh at her reasoning and shakes his head.]

Oh, well, I don't mind being here or not. I originally didn't want you to see my room, because I thought you would be appalled by all the paper and the cups of coffee everywhere.

Your room is just fine the way it is.

(As long as you're here in it with me...)

I'd have been surprised if your room was any different, to be honest.

[She steps forward, taking his hand again.]

Shall we go?

[He smiles and shrugs.]

If you would like.

[He looks downward, still blushing at the idea she's holding his hand and waits again for her to walk off first before following.]

Are you okay?

[She's staring at your bright red face, Dimitri. Staaaaaaring.]

[Dimitri looks back at her, staring at her eyes for a moment and then looking away embarrassed.]

(Oh god she's looking at me.......)

I'm fine. Don't I look fine?

[Of course he doesn't? He's anxious and eager just for her, but how could he tell her that? So instead he snickers nervously and ends up looking back into her eyes...

...and he can't look away. She's so beautiful....]

[She looks back at him, trying to hold the gaze but then unable to keep a straight face.]

I'm sorry, but you're cute when you're flustered.

[That just makes him a bit more flustered and he can't help but turn away and laugh too. What else is he going to do.]

Ahh--I'm not flustered--!

[He looks down with a smile, not sure what to do.]

[She leans around to see his face.]

Yes, you are! don't deny it!

[Claire's laughing as well.]

[He's trying to still keep his face away from her, but he shook his head and finally turned to her.]

Well if you would stop looking at me like your staring into my soul..

[Of course he's joking, he hopes she understands his smile.]

I can't help that. How else am I supposed to look at you, hm?

[She's smirking.]

I dunno, a little less intimidating!

[He pulls on the hand she's holding lightly towards him as if he's teasing her.]

Your eyes are too captivating to ignore as well.

[She's laughing again.]

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

I'm trying to knock you around! Perhaps you'll stop looking at me!

[He pulls on her arm lightly again and trips himself up a little, but he keeps his footing.]