Monday March 10, 2012
+-- Johnatan "Sparkly" Spark (Shadenight123) --+(
261289(2))
Gomez nods and assures you that they'll keep the guy around for you before hurrying back up the slope, leaving you alone to proceed to the mortician and the corpse...
Stepping around the mortician's van, which was placed to block the view of the scene from the road, you're immediately struck by a wave of nausea. You've seen murder scenes before, you know how grisly they can get. But they've never been anything like this.
She might have been pretty, in life. You wouldn't know, you can't look at the mangled mess that she has become long enough to study the face, which is still very much intact, mouth twisted, gaping, and buzzing with flies as she offers a blank stare to the heavens. Her limbs are splayed out in the blood-soaked grass, and, though she is fully clothed, someone has split her open down the middle, pulling her ribs aside so that you can see deep into her hollow chest cavity. The stench is unbearable.
As you pause to steady yourself, the mortician's voice comes from nearby.
"Detective, someone should've warned you..."You feel the man's clammy hand against your own as he presses a medical mask into your palm.
"Here, this'll help with the smell a bit."+-- Elizabeth "Liz" Karsten (Hailfire) --+(
85548(2))
You grab your staff and quietly close the door before slowly creeping through your own home, on the prowl for any lingering intruders. You circuit the apartment twice before returning to the door, empty-handed. Whoever broke in is long gone by now, so you resolve to try and get an idea of what was stolen. First up is the fridge. The milk carton is laying on its side now, and the milk is dripping out to form a puddle on top of a box of frozen peas below that, but otherwise everything is as you left it.
It's only as you turn away from the fridge and look to the table in your kitchen that you realize what
has been stolen. Your books and notes are all gone, the table is cleaner than you've seen it in days. With your photographic memory, remembering the things you've already read and taken notes on shouldn't be difficult so it isn't that great of a loss. It's the books that you hadn't yet gotten around to that are the problem. Never mind whatever book you were reading this morning...
Strange. You can't even remember the name of it.
+-- Terrence Kennard (SingularByte) --+
The banker turns to her computer and begins to type, pausing every now and then to ask you questions about your personal finances, how much your business makes a year, and other such things in her almost robotic drawl. Then she taps one final button, and turns back to you.
"Your interest rate would be between ten-and-eleven percent. According to my files, you currently have an outstanding business loan, so you will need to wait between four to seven business days for the higher ups to review your information."She pulls out a pen and a sheaf of papers, handing them both to you.
"But you can begin the process now, and we will keep the information on file should you be accepted into our business creditor's program."
Tuesday March 11, 2012
+-- Hirov Ferrin (Phantom of the Library) --+
You pause just outside the diner, and then head inside. The place is actually much neater within than it would appear without, and aside from a few people lounging around the place is empty. You snag a seat by one of the cleaner looking windows, where someone, luckily, has left a news paper behind. It's for today, but before you can get a chance to begin reading the waitress comes up to take your order. Not long after she leaves, you hear someone sit down across from you.
Lowering the newspaper, you're met full-force with the pearly-white grin of a man you know only as
Chet. Chet works for the History channel, and you wouldn't be surprised if he was mistaken for an intern fairly often. He looks young enough to be one, but as soon as he speaks the illusion is lost. And, anyways, you know the real story behind him. He's the man who can make or break a person's career. There's someone else with him, too. A paunchy, balding man who seems to have all of the color drained from him until he's just browns and grays. All the color, that is, except for the brilliant red in the bouquet of roses he's carrying.
"Heyyy Champ," Chet begins, shaking your hand before you can even react,
"Glad to see you could make it! I really am!"He grins, and motions the waitress over, ordering a drink for himself and his companion before shooing her away.
"Anyways, I was just looking for you, make sure you're all settled in."He pauses and looks to his companion.
"Oh! Right! Where are my manners? Hirov, buddy, this is Neil. Neil, this is Hirov. Hirov's an author, big foot and the lochness monster and that sort of shit."
Monday March 10, 2012
+-- Michael "Angel" Raguel (Filiusenox) --+
There's a momentary pause, and then the music is turned down. Just barely. A moment later, Mary opens the door a crack. Her hair is tied back in a pony-tail, and she's wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Strange, considering the care she usually puts into her appearance even when just lounging around at home. Even stranger, is that you can see her notebooks laid out on the desk behind her. She's actually doing work.
"Yeah?" she asks, already somehow exasperated.
+-- Charlene "Charlie" Tanner (Deep Waters) --+(
056(1))
You manage to avoid stumbling, at least, though your stuttered words (with a slight slur, despite your best efforts) are more than enough to betray your intoxication. Or they would be, if the inanity of your question wasn't. One of the woman closest to you taps out her clove in a tray, and smirks bemusedly. Her male companion, the only male in the group in fact, grins at you. The moment he sets his eyes on you, the chattering begins, growing louder than it did even when the old witch read your palm.
It comes to an abrupt silence when he begins to speak.
"Yeah, I know her, man. We were just talking earlier, actually."+-- Noemi Schor (RogueArchivist) --+(
87759(2))
It's much easier getting back down than it was going up. You're not in as much of a rush, and you also don't need to worry about making some sort of giant leap just to get to the ladders. Once down on the ground below, you make your way onto the street and pretend to examine the street signs before feigning a phone call. You top off the charade by sitting down on a nearby stoop, and casually watching the cars drive by.
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