7097/Oh where oh where has our little dog gone

Oh where oh where has our little dog gone
Date of Scene:	27 July 2021
Location:	Main Foyer
Synopsis:	Clarice frets - perhaps needlessly? - about Rahne's silence on text messages, and recruits the help of Hank.
Cast of Characters:	Clarice Ferguson, Henry McCoy, Charles Xavier

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Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    It's been less than a day since Clarice was last at the school - for Kitty's party - and yet here she is again, letting herself in through the grand front door, and looking around for one of the adults that calls the school home - both because she isn't supposed to wander about completely unaccompanied, but also because she came here to talk to someone. She has a determined frown on her features with perhaps lingering hints of anxiety to her expression.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Making his way from the kitchen with a plate of brownies, is Hank. He pauses as he hears the door open in the front hall, the man heading towards that direction. The scent tips him off before he ever lays eyes on her. "Clarice." He offers over with a smile, until he sees the look on her face. "What's wrong?" A blink, th e man moving closer. "What's happened?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Has anyone heard from Rahne?" Clarice asks. "It's probably nothing. She probably just- turned her phone off, to be alone, or something. But I- she left the Asteroid last night, after the party, and I haven't heard a single word from her since. She hasn't answered any of my texts," she explains.
    "I thought - maybe someone here's heard from her. Or maybe there's a way one of your telepaths can find out if she's alright, and then I stop worrying."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A quirk of his brows, the man looking a bit concerned. "Rahne had moved out of the mansion and school a while ago. I haven't seen her since last night." He says, honestly. He cants his head to the side, regarding her. "Do you suspect something has gone wrong? Do you know where she's been staying?" The man hrms. "I suppose we could check with Jean? Or Xi'an?" He taps his chin.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I know that. She and I have been keeping in touch," there's the slightest hesitation before Clarice adds, "seeing one another, but she hasn't answers any texts since last night, and her phone should have been charged - since she'd just been here and all, so I don't see why she'd- why she wouldn't answer. But I could just be worrying over nothing, I don't know." She lets out a frustrated sigh.
    "She had us drop her in Christchurch. Just... to explore, I think. To go somewhere she hasn't gone before."

Henry McCoy has posed:
An oh from Henry. "I see." He says, quietly. A nod to her. "Well, I suppose we could get to Christchurch to see if there is anything we can find out? Perhaps her phone got dropped and broke?" He offers, with a reassuring smile. "New Zealand... had she ever been there before?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice shakes her head. "I don't think so," she admits. "Ritz is our back-up teleporter at the Brotherhood - the only one with the range. My powers aren't back yet. I thought- maybe someone would have heard from her, or a telepath could check on her. Or perhaps I could borrow something with her scent on it."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The frown deepens. "I don't know that we'd have anything on hand with her scent on it - though I would recognize her scent if I was near it." Henry admits, tapping his nose. "A few of us here might." A glance around, the brownie plate in his hand forgotten for now. "I'm glad to help, if you think she's in trouble." Hank comments. "Did you want to wait to see if one of the telepaths show up?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "She didn't leave anything in her room?" Clarice asks - with a little frustration in her voice. "An old shirt or anything?" Then again - if it's not //dirty// - it won't have her scent, will it?
    "I- I guess we can wait. I mean, it's probably nothing, right?" she asks, looking to Hank for some sort of reassurance on that front.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A look over his shoulder. "We can go look, if you like? And I know what Rahne smells like, Clarice." He offers, looking back to her. Henry regards her for a moment. "If you are concerned, I've no problem going now. If you think we can wait, we'll wait. You're obviously upset by this, though." A quiet hrm.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I- well, I was planning on asking Mister Creed to help me track her," Clarice admits. "I know he's not the most popular person around here, but he's a good tracker. If you're sure you could find her..."
    She lets out a frustrated sigh. "It's all probably nothing. I'm just anxious because of everything that's been going on. But- if there is something wrong, the longeer we wait..."

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's no comment offered over regarding Victor. Nope. Henry moves through the dorms, walking with Clarice. "Let's check her old room, then." He nods to her, still using a calm and reassuring voice. "It's probably nothing, but it doesn't hurt to check in with her. She's in a new place." A smile is offered over, looking to the door once they reach her room. "After you."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice steps into the room - her gaze going to the spot where the bag had dropped the day Rahne left. Her heart stops for a moment when it isn't there, but as she turns, she sees that someone must have simply moved it, and put it on the dresser instead - to tidy up a bit. Relieved, she opens the zipper, pulling out a few, and sniffing uncertainly, before looking towards Henry. "Is there one that smells more like her - instead of like the laundry soaps?" she asks hopefully.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He lets her sort through the apparel, before he steps in as well. A few shirts are checked, before one is picked. "This one has the strongest scent. I can use it, I am sure Victor could quite effectively." Henry assures. He folds the shirt carefully, offering it to her for safe keeping. "Did you want to arrange to go tonight? We don't have teleporters, but we do have a jet." A wry grin.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I- I couldn't ask you to take a jet all the way to New Zealand, just because I got anxious," Clarice answers uncertainly, clinging to the shirt. "I mean, unless you really think there's a reason to worry. Maybe we should try to find one of the telepaths. The Professor, or Jean, or Betsy..." she suggests. "They'd be able to find out if she's alright, wouldn't they?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
After collecting up the apparel from Rahne's room that Henry could scent, the pair went over to Charles' office. A light rap on the door and Henry peeked into the room. "Professor, are you in?" He nods to the other man, assuming he's not too busy.

"We were wondering if you could assist us - we're a bit concerned about Rahne." He steps in, beckoning Clarice to follow.

"She's not responding to any method of contact."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "It's probably nothing - it's been less than a day, and I'm just- on edge lately, but it's not like her to ignore my texts, and her phone shouldn't be out of power - she was just here for Kitty's party, so I thought-" Clarice all babbles anxiously as she steps into the room - holding one of Rahne's shirts in one hand.
    "...anyways. I thought if you could reach out to her, and just make sure she's okay, I could stop fretting, is all," she explains with some embarrassment.

Charles Xavier has posed:
The Professor is sitting in front of the fireplace but there's no fire, instead the television mounted above it is broadcasting the news. He's watching something about the situation in space, but when Hank opens the door and calls in, Charles looks toward the door and reaches up to turn the tele off with his remote.

"Yes, of course, Hank." He states as he turns in his chair to face the door. "Ah, Miss Fergusson." He states, looking between them. "Something has happened?" He asks then. "I spoke with Rahne just recently...."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast nods to the Professor. "Indeed, she was here last night for Kitty's party. Last Clarice knew of her, she was dropped off in Christchurch." He offers, by way of explanation. "She seemed in good spirits at the party, we're just wanting to check in on her. Of course if it is needed, I'd like to go assist her."

Henry looks to Clarice, offering a reassuring smile. "It may be nothing, she is a young independent woman, after all. But it is best to check in our friends."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "She is - I know she is," Clarice agrees with Hank. "It's only - she's on her own, and if something had happened, no one would know to look, so..." She smiles at Charles tensely. "I'm probably being paranoid - it's probably nothing. But if you were able to reach out to her - just enough to confirm there's nothing wrong, I'd feel a lot better. I mean - she's probably going to be annoyed with me for bothering everyone, but..." She shrugs her shoulders helplessly, still lingering near the door to the office.

Charles Xavier has posed:
Charles folds his hands over his lap as he watches the two of them explain. He looks from Hank to Clarice and back again. "Well." He says. "I have her phone number from the night she called me to tell that she was moving out of the school. But... I'm willing to bet that the two of you already have that as well." He says as he turns his chair to direct it toward his desk in the office. The sunlight is shining in through the windows that face out o nthe side yard and he passes through the columns of light utnil he's behind his desk.

"I would hesitate to interrupt Miss Sinclair's life if she really is not in dire need of trouble. Especially if we saw her just at Kitty's party... But, there are ways to check, if it really does come down to being considered an emergency."

He pauses and gives another look between them. "Are we out of options? Do we know where she's chosen to settle down at in the time being for instance? Perhaps visiting her to check in first? Proceed as rationally as possible." Charles says with a soft smile.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A look to Clarice from Hank, the man not knowing how much is shared between the two women. "We've tried the number, yes Professor. As far as we know, Christchurch isn't her normal stomping grounds, so to speak." A slight smile as he looks back to Charles. "I'm all for acting rational in this - hence the check in, if possible. If we need to, then we can send out a search party physically." He nods.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "She's never been there at all before. She wanted to see more of the world," Clarice explains simply. "So she hasn't really 'settled' anywhere - I don't think she's even staying anywhere. She's been sleeping rough most nights, I think."
    She hesitates a moment before adding, "I've asked Mystique if she can find anything - track her phone or anything like that - to confirm she's alright. Like I said, I'm probably being silly, and Rahne'll get upset with me for making a fuss over nothing." She hopes that's the case, anyways.

Charles Xavier has posed:
Charles listens to them both, he hears them both out and he takes a moment to process what they say before he places his hands on the edge of his desk. "Well." He starts, taking a light breath. "Lets give it until tomorrow, I will say, and one of you contact me with regard to this i nthe morning, if she hasn't turned up... I'll take a look around for her through other means." Cerebro, obviously. "But I do not wish to make a habbit of this. It can be very invasive to track down anyone who is simply living their life the way they wish to live it. But under the circumstances.... I'll make an allowance, this one time. I hope that she's okay, and I believe that she very likely is. But, yes, contact me in the morning and we'll go from there."

Henry McCoy has posed:
A nod from Henry. "We'll keep trying more mundane methods, Professor. Thank you again." A smile to the older man. A glance then to Clarice, Henry offering an assuring smile. "I'll help where ever you need in this, Clarice. With our luck, we'll have gone through all this worry over nothing." He hopes. He truly hopes!

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice's expression falls into a disappointed frown at the response they get - but she quickly tries to cover for it with a nod, and a tight smile. "Of course, sir. I understand," she agrees. "I've no wish to invade anyone's privacy - least of all Rahne's. Thank you for the help, and- well. Sorry to disturb you, I suppose."
    She looks towards Hank for a moment, then turns to put her hand on the door, pulling it open again. After all, she'd never wandered far from it.
    Hopefully she could find some sort of answer before //tomorrow//. A lot could happen before then.