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It was his second go around this particular hallway when Vexen's brow began to draw down in a parody of irritation. He was farily certain some of the more uncouth members of the Organization (read: the neophytes and Xigbar) would call what he had been doing the past few days lurking, maybe even sulking if they thought it was worth the tongue thrashing they'd get for the effort. It was neither of these things, thank you very much, because Vexen was simply observing. Finding information, developing theories to the strange place he found himself in.

And, of course, doing so carefully. It wasn't the first time he woke up in a new and strange place, though this time he wasn't missing anything as troubling as his heart. With a bit of a huff he continued down the hall more boldly than he had the past few days. Perhaps the more direct approach would be wiser in this case. After all, the place didn't seem keen on releasing it's secrets.

This new plan of action led him into what looked like a kitchenette, coffee machine bubbling happily on one counter and clean surfaces beside. When he took a few more steps in he paused to realize he wasn't alone.

[ooc; Initially for likeagame but separate threads from that one are welcome! Also just normal, cranky pre!COM Vexen]