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Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
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[He trudges through it towards the front door, eyeing the presumably broken doorbell.]
You don't figure anyone's just squatting here, do you?
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[Usually it's not all that noticeable, but now that they've been plunged into darkness, it's all too easy to see the way that Jaime's eyes glow, giving off a faint yellow light. There's a good reason why he doesn't bother with a lot of stealth beyond the simple fact that he's bad at it; it's hard to stay subtle when you glow all over and you're bright blue.
He glances over at Wally's goggles before offering,] You sure you don't want me to just light up my fingers?
[The decor is disappointingly lacking in the spooky department. Jaime steps over a couple knick knacks that had been dropped on the ground towards the living room, complete with a tiny - likely broken - television and a couch with the plastic still on. When he walks over to check out the window, one hand resting on the sill, a large spider skitters on top of his hand. He yanks his hand away from the window and holds it out in front of him.]
Well, bugs sure like it here.
[Maybe the noises are coming from animals? Jaime's heard of raccoons making their homes in buildings before, even when there are still people living inside.]
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He flicks the light switch on the wall, not really expecting power. He's not disappointed. He flips a few more and receives the same result.]
Okay, so, no power. But we don't know when it was shut off. I'm gonna look for the main breaker, can you find the meter and tell me if it shows any recent use?