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[polydeukes]

Not too badly. At least, not anymore than it already was.

I'm in Room 220. I'd rather not take it out of the suite.

[itchtokill]

That's good.
Understandable, I'll be by soon.

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And he doesn't bother with much else than that. He heads to the proper floor and finds the suite she claimed to be in, knocks rather robustly in hopes he'll be heard regardless of which part of the suite she's in-- and hoping he doesn't get any roommates she might have, instead. That might be awkward.

[polydeukes]

The only roommate Josie happens to have at the moment is her sister, and fortunately Lizzie is out with one of her new friends. She's not around to judge her trying to get help from Hope's possibly-untrustworthy uncle.

Josie pulls open the door when he knocks, and flashes him a half-smile. "Hey. C'mon in."

[itchtokill]

Kol hasn't had enough time to comb over his mother's grimoires to have a solution in hand just yet, but he has started looking through them since Nik handed them over. He's still a bit in awe of the whole thing, if he's completely honest. But letting the little witch with a ticking time bomb of dark magic on her hands know he has those on hand is the worst plan, so he'll keep that bit of information to himself.

"So, besides the obvious--" Tension. Worry. Concern. Panic. "how's everything else?" Surely she's made some friends or something, besides her sister and Hope.

[polydeukes]

She shrugs. She has made some friends, it's true, but it's been kind of hard to relax with your impending trip to the dark side on the brain. She's been better but she's also been worse.

"Taking it one day at a time?" She jerks her thumb back over her shoulder. "I put it in the common room." And then, because she's polite: "Can I get you anything? Coffee or something?"

[itchtokill]

"Fair enough," he concedes with a slight nod as he steps further inside the suite. He shakes off her offer, "No, m'fine," he can only smile at the politeness of it-- how Caroline it is, really. "Where have you been storing it?" he asks, wandering his way to the common room where she says the clock currently sits.

[polydeukes]

"In my closet?"

It seems like such a lame answer but she didn't really have anywhere safer. It's not like there's a safe she could put it in. And it's much better than the initial shared rooms where she just had it sitting in the open on her dresser.

"It's all I have, space wise."

[itchtokill]

He chuckles lightly at that answer. “Whatever works,” making due with the space you have available is a familiar enough concept, at any rate.

He moves into the common area of the suite where she has the clock sitting out. He worries about touching it, so instead he crouches down to inspect it a bit closer, see exactly how deep the cracks across the surface are looking so far. “How long have you had it, and when did the cracks start appearing?”

[polydeukes]

"I got it back home, maybe a few months ago? And then it came with me here. But the cracks started back home." It's been cracking for a bit, ever since Clarke had disappeared back into Malivore thanks to Hope's quick thinking. "It's been slow, but they're still happening."