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OOC: Each of your characters knows a young woman named Emily Craig. Emily is a Sociology major at the university. She's a sophomore and hasn't had the best luck of making friends. She's also gone missing. None of her friends or family has seen her in three days, and they're getting worried. She's not someone who'd just disappear.

For each of your replies, please tell me the following.

1. How do you know Emily? Is she a friend, a fellow student, your roommate, a former girlfriend, a relative, a client? Whatever you like, but you do know her.
2. How did you find out Emily was missing?
3. Establish some detail about Emily. That detail is true. I will totally run with it. Want to say she has a prosthetic limb? Groovy. Want to say she had weird succubus powers? Well, okay then. Want to say she has a pet Pekinese that loves her and hates everyone else? Groovy. Just establish something about Emily you'd find interesting.
4. What are you doing about her disappearance?
Emily used to be in my midwifery class when I was victor and when I became Victoria, we were partnered up a lot and she didn't see me as a player and I didnt see her as just another hot girl. We bumped fists at my behest and worked well together, she thought this class went well with her sociology and how she could use it as a topic to write about. Still not sure what she meant.

I found out emily was missing when she didn't show up for the 5th lesson which although was completely out of character, I was never good at noticing if anything was wrong with others. Something I am trying to rectify.

She enjoyed studying at different places and although she did not make friends, her face became familiar to baristas, librarians and teachers. Basically anyone who was in a place with a table another thing about her that I'm still not sure about.

I have been using the fact that I have unfettered access to all mothers at the maternity wards to ask around, under the guise that I am calming them by making conversation pre or post birth.
How do I know Emily?

Ash works at the college library as an assistant, performing inventory and clerical duties. Emily frequently checked out the older copies of class books. Ash could have sworn she witnessed Emily at one of the comic cons in the next city over, but their conversation was brief and didn't advance the two to the level of friendship.

How did I find out she was missing?

Ash discovered that Emily went missing from a Facebook group's post. She had never personally posted anything, but was invited by a fellow classmate. Through spending long minutes endlessly scrolling, she stopped at Emily's picture, posted by a concerned roommate.

Minor details:

Emily would check out expensive books and laptop computers often. She never carried her own, so it is assumed that she cannot afford them. She enjoyed the quieter parts of the library, where there was a lack of foot-traffic. One night, she returned her laptop and forgot to erase the history. She lived a solitary lifestyle and it showed, as there were several explicit sites recorded. Ash made certain to wipe the data for her, instead of turning her in.

What am I doing in response?

Ash is going undercover, pretending to work for the school's press and asking questions around Emily's apartment complex. Her first goal is finding which apartment Emily lived in and convincing her roommate(s) to let her in.
Victor booth wrote:
I found out emily was missing when she didn't show up for the 5th lesson which although was completely out of character, I was never good at noticing if anything was wrong with others. Something I am trying to rectify.

I have been using the fact that I have unfettered access to all mothers at the maternity wards to ask around, under the guise that I am calming them by making conversation pre or post birth.

5th class? That implies Victoria isn't a licensed Midwife yet, unless she's teaching. If she's not licensed, she doesn't have unfettered access to the maternity ward. Is Victoria a midwife instructor? Perhaps this is a class she's teaching for people interested in midwifery and Emily was one of her students?
Miss Ash wrote:
Ash is going undercover, pretending to work for the school's press and asking questions around Emily's apartment complex. Her first goal is finding which apartment Emily lived in and convincing her roommate(s) to let her in.

Emily lived in Wilde Hall, which was a coed dorm largely populated with humanities majors. Theatre, English, Soft Sciences, and the like. It was fairly notorious on campus for drama. Almost as if all the young people living in the dorm were part of a CW drama. It was a complicated web of shifting social and sexual dynamics, with rampant infidelity, scheming, backstabbing, and vendettas. Curiously, not much violence. Threats, sure, but not much actual violence. It, like all buildings on campus, was secure, but it wouldn't be difficult to ghost into the building by following someone else who scanned their student ID. One could probably find a door propped open with a stone, or just knock and asked to be let in. Secure buildings on campus usually weren't.
Corinthi wrote:
Victor booth wrote:
I found out emily was missing when she didn't show up for the 5th lesson which although was completely out of character, I was never good at noticing if anything was wrong with others. Something I am trying to rectify.

I have been using the fact that I have unfettered access to all mothers at the maternity wards to ask around, under the guise that I am calming them by making conversation pre or post birth.

5th class? That implies Victoria isn't a licensed Midwife yet, unless she's teaching. If she's not licensed, she doesn't have unfettered access to the maternity ward. Is Victoria a midwife instructor? Perhaps this is a class she's teaching for people interested in midwifery and Emily was one of her students?

Yes it was why they paired up because due to her not having good luck with friends everyone already had a partner that wasn't her, so as the teacher Vic paired with her. Jokes on everyone else because it meant Emily had a partner who knew what they were doing.
Victoria didn't have a lot of luck at the maternity ward. Emily had only recently started the Midwifery class, so just hadn't spent much time with actual pregnant women.

However, before she gave up, she came across Collen Mickelson. Colleen was a professional surrogate, highly sought after because of her northern European heritage and strong bone structure. She was beautiful and very, very pregnant.

"Yes, I remember Emily. Sweet girl. Asked me all about the company that brokers my deals, Global Genetics. I think the poor girl was interested in my career, but I tried to warn her off it. She's sweet and smart, but people looking for surrogates want someone … well, beautiful. Even if you're hosting one of their eggs. Emily is just too mousy for people to pick her, you know?"
Victoria had been warned about such surrogates. Although they were giving birth to the baby they were not the actual mothers and to treat them as such especially during labor tended to blur the lines a bit. But counter wise to her they were still in some form of pregnancy so they got all the same things the others did, she would even give them an ultrasound picture unless the real parents said no. It was a part of being a midwife she had yet to learn properly.

''Is there a way she could of gotten hold of your company where her interest of 'hosting' would be put on file like a phone call or a face to face interview?. Do you think you managed to warn her off?''
After doing an in-depth background check on the elusive Emily, Blaise decided to investigate her dorm to see if she left any indication as to where she went. The girl certainly didn't seem smart enough to cover her tracks after a stunt such as this so he wasn't expecting this to be much of a challenge.

He arrived on campus by limousine wearing one of his less garish suits; just a simple black jacket and grey shirt combo, nothing that will draw too much attention once inside.

Blaise approached the dorm to find a rock propped under the entrance quite conveniently; perhaps he should bring up security measures at the next council meeting? After climbing the stairs and finding the room number of Emily, he picked the lock on her door and opened it.
In a metropolitan city, a college can average 5 thousand students who live on campus. Floor plans for such buildings don't include names, as students are more temporary than the buildings housing them.

Ash checked her phone, walking into the dormitories after a few other students. Sitting in one of the chairs, she texted Emily's roommate, stating that private, student investigator and she would like ask a few questions regarding Emily. She would be downstairs in the lobby.

Then there was a text alert from student journalists, stating that someone had shown up in a limo. They were identified as a bigwig, but no such official announcement of a visit was made. This day was very strange.

Thankfully, she had come prepared, dressed in a dark green fedora with a white stripe around its base. A white shirt, with the collar popped, was restrained by green suspenders. One golden-buckled belt and an unbuttoned, olive green suit vest with two golden buttons was matched with pants. She wore a short length wig, blonde hair just past her nape and partially covering her eyes. Ash's loafers were polished, but on the cheap side.
Blaise was able, perhaps because doing so could potentially cause chaos and strife, to find Emily's room. He picked the lock, although one might wonder why a rich kid politician would learn how to pick a long, and slipped inside before he was noticed... maybe. Inside was the dorm's common living area. It was a bit of a mess. Paper trash, plastic bottles and takeout containers scattered about a central, nondescript couch. A television and game console was propped on some milk crates.

Three doors led from the room. One was open and led to the bathroom, which was considerably neater and showed a clear demarcation between the roommates. There was a plastic caddy with a few personal care items, carefully organized, then the rest of the room had makeups, lotions, and hair products haphazardly scattered everywhere.

The second door had a large poster of Taylor Swift in her 'Bad Blood' outfit. The other door had a whiteboard. Upon the whiteboard was written:
Emily, Call Me.
- C


Down in the lobby, Emily's roommate, having conveniently been summoned away from the room that someone was breaking into, walked into the lobby looking around for... she blinked at Miss Ash' outfit and walked over to her. "I... hello? Are you here about Emily? I'm Carla."
Victor booth wrote:
''Is there a way she could of gotten hold of your company where her interest of 'hosting' would be put on file like a phone call or a face to face interview?. Do you think you managed to warn her off?''

"Probably. Global Genetics has a webpage. I contacted them by email, but they've got other contact information, including an 800 number. If she wanted to get ahold of them, she could, regardless of anything I might say." The birth mother to be shrugged a bit, "I couldn't tell you what was in the girl's head. That's between her and god."
Blaise took a quick picture of the note on the whiteboard and went into (what he assumed to be) Emily's room to take a closer look at the place.

The 'C' that wrote Emily the note was most likely a roommate given that she had access to the dorm room that no one else had. Blaise hoped that he wouldn't have to use his 'gift' on her if he was caught but he couldn't quite afford any loose ends on this investigation.
There was another lock to pick, but since we've already established that Blaise knows how, it posed little risk.

Emily's room was largely unremarkable. There was no computer, no tablets, no mobile phones, although there was a charger cord plugged into the wall. Micro SD charger, specifically. There were a fair number of books on the shelf next to her desk, most from her classes. There wasn't a backpack in the room.

The room was sparsely decorated and very orderly. There was a desk calendar on her desk with a 'dog shaming' theme. The calendar was still on the page from 4 days ago.
The room was a puzzling one indeed.

Emily left her phone charger but took her backpack, indicating that she had intended to come home - perhaps she was on her way back from classes? Needing more clues to build a scenario on, Blaise walked over to the calendar to see if anything important was happening soon.
It didn't appear that the calendar had any personalizations on it. It was the desk 'cube' style, where each day had it's own page one would peel off to reveal the next day.
Blaise tutted to himself at the lack of a find and carried on with his search.

Perhaps the bookshelf would provide a more fruitful find; a diary or notebook would tell him exactly when she was last active given her lack of social media access.
Ash popped up her hat with a flick of her thumb and stood up. She pulled a small card case from her suit pocket and clicked it open, handing Carla a card, "Private eye, call me Miss. We don't use real names in the business." She had printed off the cards late last night, stealing the design off an official card and editing her name onto it.

Ash produced a pen and a hand-sized notepad, "I heard your roommate went missing. If it's alright with you, I'd like to talk about her." Looking up from her notepad, "When and where did you see her last? I assume your college dorm, but if I'm wrong, let me know."
''Between her and god eh? Well then 'bilhah' have a good day'' She bid the expectant woman good day before heading home where she could use her laptop writing an email and making a phone call asking them if they had an inquirer called Emily.

While on hold she made her way to her midwifery classroom to look over Emily's work to see if there was any visible pattern of lowering effort in her work after 5 lessons. As such thing was a signal of depression.
Blaise de Normandie wrote:
Blaise tutted to himself at the lack of a find and carried on with his search.

Perhaps the bookshelf would provide a more fruitful find; a diary or notebook would tell him exactly when she was last active given her lack of social media access.

The bookshelf wasn't fruitful. It had very little of personal import. A little pop-vinyl figure of Velma Dinkley, and that was it besides books. Joseph Campbell, Harry Potter, Mythology, Stephen King...

Under her mattress, he found her vibrator along with a diary. The diary was locked, but the lock was child's play. Inside, the diary was... coded? It was like it was written in some sort of pictogram. At least most of it was. The last page, dated 5 days ago, stated simply:
I'm Scared.