"Not officially, no." Eliot manages a smile, relieved that Jack's changed the subject. He's doing a poor job of being welcoming, answering innocent questions with his own personal baggage. This, in comparison, is much easier to talk about.
"I'm at an archive, set up by a couple of people who came from a world where they were doing similar work, and they...wanted to get back into it," he elaborates. He leaves out that it was a matter of medical necessity, for John. "So apparently in addition to the horrible little envelopes they supply when you arrive, the city has just...a bunch of files on all the people who get kidnapped here. I don't know if they just appear or what, or how long this has even been going on, but no one's done any cataloging of it whatsoever and these fellows offered to take on the work." Eliot smirks a little. "I think City Hall was probably glad to be rid of it, it's a massive shambles, no sort of order to be found and well, given the esoteric nature of some of the people who arrive here some of the information is...in a bit of a state. The magic's actually been rather helpful, setting up containment, and that sort of thing. But it's mostly boring."
A thought occurs to him, as he finishes off his half of the tart. "You know they'll probably have your file in sometime soon, if you're interested in stopping by. Can't guarantee you'll find any information as to why the hell any of this is happening, but." Eliot shrugs sympathetically. "Better than nothing, I suppose."
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"I'm at an archive, set up by a couple of people who came from a world where they were doing similar work, and they...wanted to get back into it," he elaborates. He leaves out that it was a matter of medical necessity, for John. "So apparently in addition to the horrible little envelopes they supply when you arrive, the city has just...a bunch of files on all the people who get kidnapped here. I don't know if they just appear or what, or how long this has even been going on, but no one's done any cataloging of it whatsoever and these fellows offered to take on the work." Eliot smirks a little. "I think City Hall was probably glad to be rid of it, it's a massive shambles, no sort of order to be found and well, given the esoteric nature of some of the people who arrive here some of the information is...in a bit of a state. The magic's actually been rather helpful, setting up containment, and that sort of thing. But it's mostly boring."
A thought occurs to him, as he finishes off his half of the tart. "You know they'll probably have your file in sometime soon, if you're interested in stopping by. Can't guarantee you'll find any information as to why the hell any of this is happening, but." Eliot shrugs sympathetically. "Better than nothing, I suppose."