Samantha
[Mayor Séaghdha's home showed no signs of ingress - in fact even from the outside it looked really, spotlessly clean. Funny he'd keep his home so organised when documents inconvenient to the town's citizens have a strange way of getting lost around him. The faint sound of slightly disturbed snork mimi'ing can be heard from outside.]
Daniel
Anonymous had a pretty intimidating aura with the corpse on her arm and the fierce, duty-bound eyes. Her daggered stare at Torstein was meant to at least get him to back down a tad, "I appreciate the excitement, but if you break it, you buy it. Don't wanna have to make the poor laborers do extra work for a guy in charge, do ya?" 

Tough little guys tended to look out for the little guy, so she thought that approach might work. Her brow furrowed as she placed her eyes against the glass, feeling this was all rather out of place... Given the noise, perhaps he had been put to sleep somehow? There were a few different good ways to go about that... Especially given the mayor's age. 

Anonymous would slam her arm into the door several more times, trying to be as loud as she possibly could without breaking anything, yelling through the door, "**MAYOR!** We **NEED** Your attention!"
John
"Three... Two..."

Anon's words originally didn't phase Torstein, but something else made his ears twitch. 

"Wait. Do you hear that?"

Torstein's eyes narrowed, clearly identifying the noise inside as.. Snoring. He put his axes down, but his teeth showed. 

"Wake up you worthless layabout!" He started going feral on the door, punching and kicking without using enough force to actually damage it. "We're out here trying to fix **YOUR** Stupid town and you're **SLEEPING**?!"

He.. Might be a bit angry.
Ronald
Lunisse scowled at the ferocious feline, immediately moving to lean on the wall near the door. "Didja miss the part where th'guy's fuckin' seventy? Cut gramps some slack." Lunisse shook her head. "Still, it's kinda bizarre that he ain't respondin'. It's possible he's just havin' a tough time gettin' to th'door, but... If you're *Reeeeeally* Adamant about gettin' in there, then... I'unno. Seek out an open window or something? Breaking and entering is prob'ly okay if it's an emergency, right? Well... Minus th'breakin' part."
Gary
❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


꧁~ Cerul interrupted the slamming and reintroduced herself to this case. He had picked around out the scene of the crime for a few moments, lingering longer than anyone else and not discovering anything new... So now she'd help with this part.

◈ **"As long as you don't break anything, the only crime you can get charged for is entering~."** Cerul added while pushing passed Lunisse, glancing up and down the house. Its weird how Cerul was talking like this after having just gotten out of the slammer...

꧁~ Cerul wasn't one to do dirty work like this... He had a butler for a reason... But dawdling outside had taken up enough time! The altaria searched the sides of the house for a window before trying to pry it open! Go girl boss, go!


❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎
Douglas
"...Huh???" However, the audible snoring also happened to reach the Eevee's ear. "Hold on... Yeah. I can hear it, too," Henry nodded. "So he... Really was just sleeping soundly inside this whole time."

A twinge of second-hand embarrassment suddenly washed over him and fished a grimace out of him as the realization of the matter's truth came to. They really were just about to break-and-enter into an old fart's home while he was sound asleep, probably taking one of those 'siestas.'

`"Spark me... If Topaz were here right now, she'd make sure none of us heard the end of it."`
Gary
❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


꧁~ Adding onto that previous response(dice was dumb), he squished himself and his clouds through the open window. It took a few moments, soft clatter could be heard, before the front door swung open violently and quickly.

◈ **"There, crisis averted. It was simple really."** Cerul backed away from the door now, dusting her wings off. As he backed away from the doors, Cerul looked around for any signs of struggle, damage, or maybe a pervious breaking an entering.

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❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎
John
"If he's too old to do his job then fucking replace him!" Torstein shouted back at the Lurantis. 

With a sigh, he saw the door open before him and Anon. "Alright, let's get whatever information we can out of him and then.. Leave him to his sleep."
Ronald
"I'm th'tavernkeep, dipshit! I'm either too busy dealin' with inebriated folk, or I'm inebriated m'self! I don't give a flying fuck about th'legislation around here!" She looked to the others- "Well. You have fun in there, or whatever." -before stepping out of the way.
Daniel
Anonymous seemed to suddenly grow furious when she saw Cerul go inside. That bitch... She looked like she was about to break down the door before Torstein would, but-

The bird opened it. If they were thankful, they certainly didn't show it, electing instead to push through the door and purposely bump shoulders with the aristocrat, getting some lingering sand onto his wings. 

So, she turned to the bed, or walked to wherever it was, crossing her arms and staring down at whatever sight await her, just making sure it wasn't like... Not the mayor or something.
Douglas
"Let's just... Go about this peacefully. We don't want to hurt him," Henry commented with notable apprehensiveness on the dilemma. Then he turned to Lunisse and nodded his head apologetically at her, trying his best put on a reassuring front.

"Don't worry. We'll do what we can to find answers and get you your crops back. That's a promise."

Afterwards, Henry would quickly follow suit behind Torstein, Anon, and Cerul into the mayor's abode.
Gilberto
*[so it turned out, that in fact the mayor was nowhere near his bed **Or** His senses. Pretty much everyone around town knew Mayor Séaghdha was a Slowking but he had a surprisingly bald head going on right now - and also that 'snoring'? Nah, horrific mouth-breathing.]*

"Oh. I shouldn't be talking with robots. Why have you all come here?"

*[Senility hadn't normally hit him yet either. He could still articulate thoughts and generally knew who was or wasn't a robot.]*
Daniel
...Shit.

Anonymous rushed to the Mayor's side, putting a hand to his chest while the other held his wrist to check his pulse. He was probably fine but... She needed to be sure. Quietly and delicately she spoke to him in a rather ill-fitting voice, "Mayor... Lets get you to bed. You're tired. You need to lay down..." She would slowly step forward, trying to push him carefully toward his bed.

As she did so, she turned to face Torstein and Henry. "Search the place. I'll get his testimony. Keep an eye on the bird."

Her attention turned back to Séaghdha, carefully guiding him forth, listening to whatever he said and whatever pulse he had.
Douglas
"Err... Uhh..."

Henry struggled to even convey a proper sentence at what he witnessed upon entering through the bedroom door. The old coot was clearly all out of sorts and... Not to mention quite hatless.

"R-Right. Got it," He replied aptly at Anon's orders, still eyeing the outrageously delirious mayor in his bed before turning towards Anon herself, whispering to her in growing concern for the mayor's wellbeing, "Is- Is he okay...? He seems a bit less like... Himself..."
John
Torstein's face became a little grim looking at the sight. 

"Has he gone—" He initially said. "Wait. The Slowking is missing... Oh."

The puzzle pieces clicked one by one in Torstein's head until he simply nodded in response to Anon's orders. He began metaphorically tearing up the place to try and locate the hat or anything useful in finding it. He would first give a preliminary search around the house, checking for any clues or areas of interest. 

If that failed, he would have to resort to tearing up the place in the more literal sense.
Gary
❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


◈ **"Hey-!"** She scoffed when Anonymous brushed by her and smudged awful grittiness all over him.

꧁~ The easily irritable bird was, well, irritated. He was busy trying to scrape out all of the disgusting sand from her wing and was frivolously doing so until everything was preened to a T. That was about the time that he heard Anonymous uttering about him.

◈ **"Ugh, I already paid the bail,** ***Cactus,*** **You could afford to be a bit nicer, especially to nobles."** 

꧁~ Now that that was out of the way... What was up with this slowking? Robots? Only Neonians had those, as far as Cerul knew. What was this weird fleshy pink think doing blabbering about trade secrets?!


❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎
Ruth
*Larad stood outside the house, embarrassed that everyone else was so quick to get in there without an invitation. Was that not rude? If the man wanted to rest, they should just let him and discuss the problem afterwards, simple as that! And to make things worse, everyone in that house was fighting with everyone else. Utterly dreadful stuff!*
Domingo
Nicole went where the party went, and so they entered the mayor's house- even being so corteous as to knock on the door as they passed on in.

"You've got it all handled over there, hm?" The Phione yawned, watching them crowd around Seaghdha. "I'll see if theres anything interesting around here, or somethin'."

By that, Nicole of course meant that they wanted to snoop around and see if the mayor had anything interesting the Phione could borrow.
Gilberto
"I'm not tired, sonny! I'm just. Um. You're pretty colours today!" *Séaghdha responded to Anon, with a glassy-eyed, distant look.* "Hey, I know you. You're the reporter, right? Why did you bring all the robots? Or are they clowns?"

*Séaghdha responded to Anon, the only person who had decided to actually speak to him, almost feeling as old as he sounded.* "Have you found my stick? Someone-someone has my stick."

[If you're looking to steal stationery,
John
"What on earth is a 'robot'?" Torstein asked aloud, half expecting someone to answer as he continued his search. 

If there was an upstairs, he went up to continue investigating. Either way, he was a lot more willing to cause mild harm to the place than perhaps the others. Who could've guessed?

He wasn't intentionally going out of his way to break shit, but he _was_ moving around big things like furniture without a second thought if he thought there might be something behind or around or otherwise be worth a closer look.
Ronald
**• Scuffed Windowsill**

Torstein might spot an open window with some scuffs on the sill, as well as the borders. It might be worth taking a closer look?

**• Mug of Pens**
Oh, come on. You wouldn't steal from Séaghdha, would you? Especially not in the state he's in...
Domingo
I think I just might.

Nicole picked up the mug, rotating it in their damp hands to see if it had an amusing design or text on it. Satisfied with their very important investigation, they jingled their new arrangement of pens back and forth with triumph. This fucking ruled.
Ronald
**• Shame on you.**