Tuesday, Evening, June 17th 1924: Who's hungry?
Mike
While the ride back into Arkham wasn't devoid of tension, it had a different feel, as if the conversation in Clarke's house had relieved some of the tension between the two. The truck even seemed to dive better despite the occasional shriek during a turn. I'm going to have get that looked at soon Mike thinks to himself. The invitation for Abner Wick sits heavily in his pocket as if to remind Mike of its existence. Crossing the bridge over the Miskatonic River, the university comes into view. Miskatonic, an esteemed institution in the heart of Arkham., was not the most popular school, but it was one of the most prestigious in the region, even if a bit secretive. It was renowned for its Archaeology program, as well as Astrophysic and Cosmic Exploration, but it was also the last bastion of studies that have... fallen out of vogue. As he parks the truck outside the gates of the university, Mike realizes something: Where the fuck is the library? Outside the gate is a small security shack with what appears to be a guard asleep at his post.
Clarke
While Clarke understood Mike's concern, he didn't feel completely comfortable talking about his past... well, with anyone really. So much of it was under the table or in the dark of night. Sometimes it felt like his life was a tragic greek fable, even to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Lara and Zoe sitting in the backseat, each doing their best to pretend like the other wasn't there. He wanted to snap at them but he had sneaking suspicion that talking to figments would just get Mike to ask more questions. As the truck pulls to a stop Clarke feels the seat shift as if someone were grabbing the headrest to gain a view out of the window. "Ooooohhhhhhh..... where are we going?" says a small voice that is almost drowned about by startled obscenities from Lara and Zoe.
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