( There's a girl with bright orange hair sitting on the floor outside the maintenance office. She's cross-legged, eyes closed, curls of black peeking from the collar of her shirt and down her arms. She's either been here five minutes, or five hours, depending on the weariness of her sigh. When she opens her eyes, they're bright and green and wry, a smile curving her mouth. )

Let me guess. ( One hand lifts up and she twirls the keys there, like she's a gunslinger in the wild west. ) You got the wrong ones too. ( She's not actually all that upset. She just wants to get in so she can go back out again, find a place that sells the stuff she'll need to spend the night. While she doesn't mind slumming it, she really wants to be able to change. Plus she has to go and requisition a stele, apparently. Someone told her. )

I thought about checking the other doors, but there are a lot and what if I walk in on some poor person in the buff. ( Socialising. She's so good at it. ) I mean, not that I do that. Or have done that. It was just a thought. ( Great, now she sounds like a pervert. )

( Cadelle is nicer than she thought. The apartment buildings are clean and much brighter than some of the ones in New York, but she's mostly only seen weird underground bunkers and then various eateries. She hasn't actually gone to explore much. Rectifying that seemed like her first port of call, especially if she'll be here for a while. Clary's wandering aimlessly, a few bags looped over her wrist, when she spots the sign for the Museum of Art. If it wasn't clear she was a dork before, it certainly is now because she practically skips up the steps to peer at the signs on the board.

Already she's itching to go inside, but part of her wants to hold off too. She needs to find a supply store, buy herself a new sketchbook, some pencils, download enough music on her CuddlePhone. The wait would be worth it, she could decompress properly that way.

( Idly, she wonders if Jace would come with. She also wonders if it's silly that she would like to sit in comfortable silence with him. Though would the artwork compare, if he were at her side? -- No, no more of that. )

Thoughts wandering dangerously, Clary turns abruptly and nearly barrels into the person behind her, accidentally thwacking them with her packages. ) Oh, my God! I'm so sorry. ( Shadowhunter skills, what are they? )

( She's bored. That's her excuse. She's bored and definitely not desperately lonely. It's 100% the first feeling that has her escaping her apartment minutes after reading the scavenger information, bag already slung over her shoulder as she makes her way to Kimberly's apartment, knuckles rapping against the door. Clary tries not to fidget, really she does. She's grace and poise and all of those things that she'd use to describe Izzy. Actually, she should probably be trying to embody Izzy instead. But no, when the door finally opens, Clary's tugging on her ponytail enough that she's sure it's frizzing. )

Hi.

( She probably should have called ahead, or maybe even texted. But here she is anyway. Waving her phone at Kimberly, she grins in what she hopes is not a deranged way. )

Food based scavenger hunt. Cash prize. Thought we could pool together our stomachs and our resources and win this thing. You in?

( The Axe & Oxen isn't really her style. She's slower, if she fills herself on potatoes. Less likely to run away from demons. That's what she tells herself. But what she's also telling herself is that by not being her thing, it's definitely going to be one of the clues. She knows how this works.

She sits down in a chair to anticipate her future heaviness, craning her neck to see where her partner's gone off to before flipping open the menu. Maybe appetizers. Then they can hit up more places. But lo and behold, the photo is carefully tucked into the inside. Clary lets out a whoop of victory that startles the other diners, plucking it free before heading to the bar. She's waiting for the tender to notice her, so she doesn't mind beaming at the person beside her. )

So, how many have you found?

( You better be taking part, snoozers are losers. )

( Hit me up at athosing if you want to plot. )