The Perk; Wednesday Afternoon.

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Sister Rosette had convinced Chrono to mind to the church today by virtue of the fact that she had a lot of work to do, and she needed copious amounts of caffeine and atmosphere to do it. The church was totally not the right atmosphere. So she got herself a super-grande extra-shot mocha latte with strawberry and orange flavorings (her tastebuds were feeling indescisive today), grabbed a table, and spread out a large map of the island, cracking open a few books she'd found in the basement of the church, and set to work, occationally making some notes and circles and random smily faces and dramatic, Shakespearean-esque stick-figure scenes all over the map, idly chewing on the end of her pen when she sat back to think or wasn't guzzling coffee.


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Clark couldn't help but notice the map, and also couldn't help coming over to see what was up. "What's this?" he asked.

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Rosette looked up at him right as she was finishing the last blood spurts coming from a stick figure's chest as another stick figure retracted his little stick figure blade from its stick figure chest. Her eyebrow was arched. For having such big glasses, they certainly didn't seem to help Clark see any.

"Uhhh, a map," she said, with a bit of a snort.

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"Yes," Clark said patiently. "I can see that. What I meant was, what are you trying to..." he noticed the violent stick figures. "...Er, what are you hoping to find with the map?"

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Rosette took a moment to look at Clark thoughtfully. Could she trust him? Would it be okay to let him in on her super secret plans, or would he only turn out to betray her and thwart her efforts? Sure, glasses like those were unassuming, but with them you couldn't get a good view of his eyes. And if you couldn't see a man's eyes....

After taking a quick glance to each side, Rosette leaned in with a very severe look of conspiracy on her face. She held up a hand to her mouth as she whispered to Clark, "Pirate treasure." She held up a finger. "Shhh, you can't tell anyone."

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Clark was certain he wouldn't. It was too silly. He made a show of looking around, then sat at her table, pushing up his glasses as he did so. "What makes you think there's pirate treasure?" he asked quietly.

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Crossing her arms on the table as she leaned forward, Rosette gave him a very straight face. "A place like this not having pirate treasure? Pull the other one, Clark."

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"That is a very good point." he agreed. "So do you have any leads?" He glanced at the map to see if he could make sense of her system.

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Good luck.

Rosette tapped the end of her pen over where the Sin was located. "Well, Blair and I already checked the sewers here, so that's probably not going to be where it is." She then moved it to where the church is. "I think I might just be sitting on it..." She uncapped the pen and started to draw little stick figure zombie cats emerging from the circle she'd put around the graveyard. "I think maybe around here, somewhere, but it's been problematic digging in a graveyard unless you're burying something."

"The beach," she scribbled little waves along the shore, "is too obvious."

She sat back and looked at her new drawings as if they meaned something, tapping her chin with the pen as she thought, forgetting that it was uncapped and, therefor, getting little black spots on her.

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Clark tried to remember any stories about pirate treasure he'd heard as a child, and came up blank. He was however, a former investigative reporter.

"Town hall might have records of the oldest buildings in town." he suggested. "And the bookstore could have something usefull."

Why was he indulging this? Because Rosette was so amusing and because it'd been too long since he'd actually done something other than run a hotel and make sure Ernest hadn't killed himself.

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Rosette's jaw dropped excitedly. "Town hall! That's brilliant, Clark, why didn't I think of that? I'll bet the church has some sort of archives that might offer some lead, too....." Her eyes drifted off, as did her mind, fingers drumming against her chin... "Hmmm, yeah...."

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Clark wondered if he should mention that the cap was not on her pen.

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It would appear that she did, as she quickly started scribbling something in the margins of the map again. It looked like a little town hall building, with a stick figure girl with what could either be a princess crown or a habit veil on top of her head dancing up towards it. In tow, she had a tiger on a leash.

"Thank you so much for your help, Clark," she said, as she added wings to the tiger. "I have a lot of work to do now, though...."

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"Uh, sure. glad I could help." He thought best not to enquire about the tiger with wings.