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[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

Because the police are covering up.

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[pairofaces.livejournal.com]

For who, dear?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm trying to discover, of course. Now there's been a new victim. Perhaps if I visit the crime scenes, I'll be able to make a connection.

[pairofaces.livejournal.com]

Subtle way of asking for some time off?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

I'm quite capable of multi-tasking. I won't need time off to manage this.

[loworhighest.livejournal.com]

[] Be careful, then.

[notyetrough.livejournal.com]

[Have a raised eyebrow, Sophie, from this grifter absolutely wholesome gentleman with the deck of cards on the street corner.]

That seems less than right and proper, miss.

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

[She was walking the perimeter of the latest attack, deep in thought and looking for anything out of place, including scat from some escaped beast (which she didn't expect to find, naturally, but one must examine all variables).

She hadn't realized she'd been talking to herself again. Oh, dear. She freezes a moment and glances at the man with the strangely lilted accent. She'll place it in a moment. And those cards he's holding? Might be hit with an involuntary probability burst. Who knows what will happen to them!]

I--was I speaking out loud?

[Oh, dear. She really needs to break that habit. It comes from working around Timmy, who never listens in.]

[notyetrough.livejournal.com]

[They'll hit the ground and scatter, which is something that hasn't happened since...maybe since he was twelve? Ben blinks down at the cards, and then stoops to gather them up.]

Afraid so, ma'am.

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

I--terrible habit.

[Sophie stoops and helps to pick up the cards. It's a bit unusual, seeing someone wearing a suit and carrying playing cards.]

I'm sorry if I disturbed you.

[And being an organized person, she swiftly straightens the cards, automatically flipping them into suit and number order.]

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Government conspiracy?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

[Sophie looks pointedly up and down the street.]

No coffee shops, Johnny? You're losing your touch.

Same cover-up as the other day, I'm afraid. It's all very vexing.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.]

Sometimes, I go outside.

...want some help?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

[Odd how they kept running into each other. Now, what were the odds...? Sophie tries to remember the population of just Manhattan, much less all five boroughs, the area of the City and number of times they've encountered each other. Then she realizes she's drifted off into Probability Land and gives her a little shake.]

If you like, though I'm not sure what I'm looking for. [Her nose wrinkles.] I should warn you, they only gave it a cursory cleaning. The professionals haven't made it here yet. It's...a mess.

[pairofaces.livejournal.com]

For who, dear?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm trying to discover, of course. Now there's been a new victim. Perhaps if I visit the crime scenes, I'll be able to make a connection.

[pairofaces.livejournal.com]

Subtle way of asking for some time off?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

I'm quite capable of multi-tasking. I won't need time off to manage this.

[notyetrough.livejournal.com]

[Have a raised eyebrow, Sophie, from this grifter absolutely wholesome gentleman with the deck of cards on the street corner.]

That seems less than right and proper, miss.

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

[She was walking the perimeter of the latest attack, deep in thought and looking for anything out of place, including scat from some escaped beast (which she didn't expect to find, naturally, but one must examine all variables).

She hadn't realized she'd been talking to herself again. Oh, dear. She freezes a moment and glances at the man with the strangely lilted accent. She'll place it in a moment. And those cards he's holding? Might be hit with an involuntary probability burst. Who knows what will happen to them!]

I--was I speaking out loud?

[Oh, dear. She really needs to break that habit. It comes from working around Timmy, who never listens in.]

[notyetrough.livejournal.com]

[They'll hit the ground and scatter, which is something that hasn't happened since...maybe since he was twelve? Ben blinks down at the cards, and then stoops to gather them up.]

Afraid so, ma'am.

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

I--terrible habit.

[Sophie stoops and helps to pick up the cards. It's a bit unusual, seeing someone wearing a suit and carrying playing cards.]

I'm sorry if I disturbed you.

[And being an organized person, she swiftly straightens the cards, automatically flipping them into suit and number order.]

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Government conspiracy?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

[Sophie looks pointedly up and down the street.]

No coffee shops, Johnny? You're losing your touch.

Same cover-up as the other day, I'm afraid. It's all very vexing.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.]

Sometimes, I go outside.

...want some help?

[tolerablywell.livejournal.com]

[Odd how they kept running into each other. Now, what were the odds...? Sophie tries to remember the population of just Manhattan, much less all five boroughs, the area of the City and number of times they've encountered each other. Then she realizes she's drifted off into Probability Land and gives her a little shake.]

If you like, though I'm not sure what I'm looking for. [Her nose wrinkles.] I should warn you, they only gave it a cursory cleaning. The professionals haven't made it here yet. It's...a mess.