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It seems a very irresponsible someone has mistaken my room for the local lost and found.

Would anyone who has lost something recently please take them back? Its annoying constantly having to sweep my room for new lost belongings.

Also, to the person who keeps breaking into my room? Stop it.

[His tone suddenly becomes much more cheerful.]

Would anyone like to help me set up some burglar traps?

shiftylyingbardwholies

There have been some things going missing. Little things. Small things. But noticeable things. Just up and wandering off from people's rooms, homes, stores and vanishing. Odd, isn't it? Such strange petty thefts?

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[Oh no. It's him again. That weasly looking bard. He looks upset right now. Why? Well this is why.]

Has anyone seen my bard's guild pin? It looks like a peacock's feather with a jewel in it. It went missing yesterday and I can't seem to find it at all.

[He sounds honestly frustrated and that pin isn't there on his lapel where it usually is.]

((So. Keldar - in various critter forms - has been sneaking into places and stealing stuff. And then leaving them in Conan's rooms.))

deductiongeek

[As the days had gone by with no way home, Conan had gotten progressively moodier and bored. For him, the two of them went hand in hand most of the time. It was all very well for the others, but every day he was trapped here was another day that he was trapped as a child. As long as he was here he couldn't make any progress in his investigations into the Black Organization.

And that wasn't counting all the ways that life here made no sense. He might have reluctantly accepted Shirley's theory about alternate realities, but that didn't help solve the other problems. As a detective, he relied upon his knowledge of how physical laws worked. He relied on them to be consistent.

If the rules had changed, he needed to understand how they had changed. His pride as a detective demanded it.

And so Conan had spent much of the last few weeks avoiding the others as he experimented, He came out only for food, brief visits to the tearoom to keep track of the news, and to kick a soccerball around to ease his frustration.

Like he was doing now. Conan was out in a deserted street, skillfully bouncing a ball off of his head, knee, and the back of his foot.

watsonyourmind

[voice]

[ In the background: the sound of a fan whirring quietly and persistently. In the foreground, a sigh as Jane wipes the sweat from her forehead. There's an occasional sound of clinking dishes. She has the phone pressed to her ear as she scrubs. ]

You know what sucks about running a tea shop? Besides the fact that we don't really know what we're doing and if Burby collects taxes we'll probably have to pay in blood or something. It sucks because it's always hot in the kitchen. I don't think I'm going to cook anything for myself until Christmas.

Or maybe not, because there's no way I want to stay here until Christmas again. I just missed an entire year of school. I'm going to be all rusty by the time I go back again as it is.

Does anyone know where a public pool is? Or a lake? Anything cool and wet that isn't the inside of my icebox.

lawbender

[voice]

For those who haven't heard, Iroh has left Burby. I will not be managing the Dragon in his absence.

[ And click. ]

[open action]

[ Lin is walking through town. Why is she soaked to the bone, still wearing her armor? She probably won't tell you.

Policing has not been going well today, nope. ]

master_troven

[The network video comes on and there's a gentleman who looks rather like Alec, except he's about twenty or thirty years older. He's got the same grin. The same ears. The same tattoo. He appears to have gotten much scruffier though.]

Hello Burby! I just wanted to let everyone to know that the younger version of me is going to be out for the month or so and I'll be hanging around. I'm Alec Troven... the one who smacked myself in the head from the future with a ball.

The store is still open if you need anything.

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Alec will be wandering about town if you'd like to bump into him. In person, he's also a bit taller and has a badass long coat on. Because.

nopolicelikeholmes

The following flier is posted up in various places around town:

The Jasmine Dragon is now accepting applicants for all positions. Please apply in person, and arrive prepared to work.

Should you dare to actually inquire at the aforementioned tea house, you'll find that it's not quite what it was. There is still tea and still a house. The non-tea menu has shifted more towards a Western palate of 'tiny cakes and things,' and it's clear that the establishment is experiencing a bit of a transitional period in terms of theme. The new management is still getting its feet wet, apparently.

... Well.

Right at the moment, the new management is wiping down a table and wondering what has happened to her life. Why is she running a tea shop? She should totally be running a detective agency. Maybe it can be a detective agency that also serves tea? No, that would be silly. She could close the tea shop and reopen it as a detective agency that doesn't serve tea, but... that would be kind of sad, wouldn't it?

Such a conundrum.

element_wizard

[Alec looks like he's about to say something when a ball comes out of nowhere and smacks him soundly in the head. He clutches his head and glares up at something.]

Oh gods! I can't believe you did that you obnoxious git!

[Sighing he continues bouncing the ball up and down in his hands.]

Time travel sucks sometimes, you know? Especially when your future self abuses it.

shiftylyingbardwholies

Keldar is out in fox form today. He hasn't shifted into an animal shape for a while and it's nice to stretch his 'legs'. Also being in a fox form has its uses.

Like snatching up people's lunches (or purses) when no one is looking and then run off with them.

Thus they'll be looking for a fox and not a human later.

watsonyourmind

[voice]

[ This voice post opens quietly, with the occasional rustle of cloth and a strangely non-rhythmic thumping occurring. Finally, there are two loud sighs in a row. ]

Stop that. [ Jane's voice. She may have been the sigher. ]

What? [ This is clearly Shirley, attempting to sound innocent. ]

You know what. Stop throwing that ball against the wall.

[ The thumping continues for a moment, until there is the sounds of a brief scuffle - a moment's heavy breathing and a triumphant giggle. ] There. Anyway, what do you think?

It's some theory. [ Shirley sounds doubtful. ]

I don't know, it makes sense. Who says that all of the people who left weren't murdered? Maybe Alec was just the first time the murderer got interrupted. Maybe he usually just buries them in the forest or something.

You don't think someone would have noticed before now? People come and leave here all the time. There would be clues.

Maybe.

[ After a moment of silence, the thumping recurs, and this time there's only a muffled, "Hey!" before the recording cuts out. ]

element_wizard

When; May 4th.
Canon Universe; Star Wars, original Trilogy
Participants; Open! Alec is giggling in there somewhere.

The sign on Alec's shop door says, "Closed for May Fourth".

If you're lucky, you'll see him vanish through one of the random doorways that pop up, giggling like a loon. It should be noted he's wearing clothes that, while aren't Jedi robes, definitely have a Jedi feel to them. Also, he's got a lightsaber instead of his usual longsword.

lightbranded

I suppose I have been rather quiet, these past weeks.

[There had been thinking to do, and exploring and wondering what it was he should do here. Plus, it seemed as if all everyone had been talking about since he had arrived had been the murder and resurrection of that strange fellow. Will hadn't wished to intrude.]

For those I haven't met yet, my name is Will Stanton. I come from a small village in Buckinghamshire, and it seems that I might be here for rather a long time. Could anyone tell me more about this place?

[He smiles faintly.]

I do have some good news. One of the jewelers here was kind enough to offer me some work.

deductiongeek

Come to think of it, it feels to me like there is something important about next week. May 4.... There is something about the day.

Of course it is the anniversary of Reichenbach Falls. But it seems to me that there is something more to the day.

[He scrubs at his hair in frustration.]

What is it?

nopolicelikeholmes

Shirley had thought Conan was laying it on a little thick with the cute honorific but she smiled self-consciously as they left the scene - which wasn't hard, because Conan was objectively adorable even when you knew that every second word out of his mouth was an act. She kept it up until they had strolled out of earshot and around a corner, at which point she deflated onto a convenient bench with an audible sigh.

"How many of those have you done?"

The question came abruptly, as she lit a cigarette without even looking at him - as though less certain of her ability to successfully operate a match than that Conan had experience beyond his years in the area of murder investigation.

lawbender

Small white notices are going up in various businesses across Burby. Hand-written neatly, they say simply:

Seeking information about an incident that occurred at - (and this is the address of Alec's business) - on 12 April. If you were in the area and saw anything at all unusual, please report to - (and this, not unexpectedly, is the address of the tiny police station where Lin holds court).

These notices are accompanied by another one, written in the same careful handwriting.

Burby Police Force is recruiting new officers. Please apply in person on Monday, 29 Apr to - well, you get the point.

Lin has been busy, no matter what any private detectives might be saying.

[ ooc: Action anywhere around town. Feel free to come in for a job interview! :D :D :D ]

element_wizard

Hey.

Um.

So, thanks for the lovely funeral. I have to say I've never stayed dead long enough for someone to actually manage to get to that point. I didn't mean to scare anyone by dying... and coming back to life. It's just not a thing I never thought I'd have to deal with here considering how rarely it happens.

Charlie, you did an awesome job watching the store while I was dead. Remind me to give you a raise.

And no, I don't know who killed me.

Current Mood: Sheepish

nopolicelikeholmes

[ Shirley is sprawled out on the bed with several journals open all around her and piles of loose-leaf notes everywhere. She's somehow writing in all of them at once - cross-referencing indexes, updating files, transferring notes. What she's doing has a certain air of 'finishing touches', as though there is actually data to collect and inferences to make and conclusions to come to. Preliminary conclusions, at least. If that's even a thing.

Finally, she sighs with satisfaction and holds up a single sheet of paper. ]

YES! Finally! The culmination of months of staring at things until they made sense! I can actually prove, within reason, that there are multiple universes!

I should write a thing about it.

[ There's a long silence, as her triumph fades and she collapses theatrically all over the assorted papers (completely throwing them into disarray) and lets out a long whine. ]

THIS WAS NOT THE THING I WANTED TO PROVE.

element_wizard

We're very certain it was going to be a nice funereal - baring some bards - with people who tolerated Alec.

Things were going well until something started thumping in the casket.

watsonyourmind

[voice]

[ Jane is hesitant, but... well. She knows her detective. She knows how detectives are. You need to make room for the emotional side of loss, as well as the practical side. ]

So... we should probably have a funeral. For Alec. It doesn't seem right otherwise. Anyone know what religion he practiced? [ She's not even sure if he had one. ] Anyway, just something small, I think. Does that sound okay?

...I've never really planned one before, so I could use some help.

element_wizard

Normally the shop -still unnamed - was opened early by Alec. His sleep schedule tended to be erratic at best and so he usually was up and about to open it. This is why it was unusual for the shop to be locked around eight.

Upon coming inside, it is easy to see why Alec hasn't opened up.

He's laying on the floor with his sword in his chest. There's a lot of blood on the floor as well as a broken coffee cup. Alec has a rather surprised expression on his face, clearly not expecting getting stabbed.

The detectives should be happy.

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10 ✎ weather

10 ♜ goodbyes

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open action at the tea shop~

Networked post

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9 ✎ theorizing

Pocket Canon!

Second Sign

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(closed to Conan and Shirley)

9 ♜ investigation

After the dead we come back

accidental video;

The Funereal

8 ✎ aftermath

Murder is a FOOT!

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